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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