Produced by Dennis Camire
This week’s poem is by Carolyn Locke of Troy Maine.
How It Happens
By Carolyn Locke
She’s different every day,
This morning, she’s the sparrow you half glimpse
in the hedgerow.
You try not to startle her, take quiet, gentle steps. Still, just when you think you’re close enough
to truly see her,
she flits ahead, slips into leaf shadow
just beyond your reach.
And it’s not even that you want
to hold her in your grasp, that you need
to stroke the soft feathers on her back, or feel
her warm heart beating.
You only want her
to stop long enough for your eyes to meet, for just one of hers
to look deep into yours,
and maybe, as you turn and walk away, to carry into the darkness the song she alone can sing.
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