“. . . write it in their sight . . .” —Ezekiel 43:11
Among the treetops,
scraps of red dart through the green.
I call your name,
and memory mocks me, psittacine.
Chirps and whistles
fill my ears, and tangle thoughts
in webs of flight,
so sounds of names are vainly sought.
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