Sunday, August 24, 2008

Snowdrops (Prose Poem) Comments

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On the 5th of January, Twelfth Night, the pine tree, a silent presence in the
window began to chirrup. I thought the chortling in the darkness must be
some poor bird, perhaps a starling, lost in the snow, or a sparrow
roused from sleep, its head untucked from its wing, and it confused
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Val Morehouse

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