an d b y n ig h t only crazy things

like th e full m oon an d th e w hippoorw ill

an d us, are busy. W e are busy

if we can get b y th a t w hiskered bird,

t h a t n ig h tja r, an d get across, th e m oon

is our conversation, she will say

w h a t soul
isn ’t in d efau lt?

can you afford n o t to m ake

th e m agical stu d y

w hich h appin ess is? do you h e ar

th e cock w hen he crow s? do you know th e charge

t h a t you shall have no envy, th a t y o u r life

has its orders, t h a t th e seasons

seize you too, t h a t no b o d y an d soul are one

if th e y are n o t w ro u g h t

in th is re to rt? th a t otherw ise efforts

are efforts? A nd th a t th e h our of y o u r flight

will be th e h o u r of y o u r d e ath ?

II I . S pring

T he dogwood
lig h ts up th e d ay

T he A pril m oon
flakes th e n ig h t.

B irds, suddenly,
are a m u ltitu d e

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