Forsaken Joy
By
Wenohna Joy
I kneel and drop my heavy,
rusted spade to the ground,
competing with hard soil
Sunbeams vivid
cast shadows stark
on crumpled vines around me
Then, up on high
a single perfect chirp is born
on fertile free breeze
Echoing layers of purity
through maple alleys
beyond mountain valleys
Oh little bird,
please hear my heart
crackling with applause
written 10-15-95
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