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These gifts we carry, so seldom seen.
The way a wren’s cry at dawn
creases the air, then folds it
into a poem of comfort
ablaze in the east.
Not joy, but something
felt. I cup warm water
in my hands
and let it trickle through.
Copyright 2021 Robert Okaji.
Robert Okaji’s books include I Have a Bird to Whistle (7 Palinodes) published by Luminous Press.
Beautifully sensual!
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Thank you, Jazz.
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Yes, I love Robert’s poems.
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Thank you, Michael!
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And I hold a ceramic cup in my hands and watch the hummers dance
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A good way to spend the morning!
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