The French lilac, backlit by the sun, shimmers like a bright green sail against the still-open woods. A field sparrow’s rising trill.
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This will be the last new update until May 17th; I’m off to the U.K. to give a poetry reading and visit friends.
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A beautiful, quiet moment. Thank you!
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Thanks for reading!
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Vocalise
We found the feathered body
beneath the window, red claws
stiffened into lower case C’s.
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Whose voice is that then,
launching its frisson of a rising trill
across the field?
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So little time: I clasp
the little tremor in my throat,
your hand under the table.
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We pass the cup’s
clear lake of green
tea between us.
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The French lilac answers,
its bright shimmer
backlit by the sun.
~ Luisa A. Igloria
04 30 2011
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