"It's about words, and words are all I have…"



there is a robin redbreast shrieking in the

tree across the street from my Juliet balcony

the cacophony begins at 5 a.m.   the lone

trumpeter of Spring  i have named him louis


no! not that louis   that would be corny  which

i never do   it’s the louis from france  this shrill

robin  my sun king   he rescues me each morning

from ghosts +clutching sailors  who lately fill my

dreams   O i am ready for the coming Spring!



But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? 
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. 






Spring 2015

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