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April Morning, 2016

08.10.19 Posted in today's words by

Rosalind Kaliden’s most recent poem to appear here was “He Bows, Walks Off the Mat” (July 2019).

April Morning, 2016
By Rosalind Kaliden

Goldfinches, little dolls of gold
fluttering around the corner of the sky.*
—Mary Oliver

Just the lemon-yellow jartings,
between the branches
of the still-leafless tree,
catch my eye—a half dozen
could fit into my cupped hands.
Two, then three . . . land
as I flip the book’s wings,
sitting on my bed.

*from Why I Wake Early, page nine,
Beacon Press, 2004.
(The book lay on my bed.)
Synchronicity—an example.

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