The words of a poem should dovetail like wood panels of a finely crafted cabinet. The words of a poem should glide, effortlessly, like a finely tuned drawer. In the box canyon where a canyon wren has nested, the canyon wren’s song glides across the canyon seamlessly like water over rock: each note articulated and composed with a craftsman’s precision. Even so, it isn’t the melody you remember. It’s the way your heart sang out. All along the song was within you but the bird gave it wing.
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This is beautiful, Ani Tammy!
Smooth and effortless, as you said it should be!
It also made me think of a drawer on our kitchen island that’s sitting half in and half out, simply refusing to budge right now :-))
Thanks for sharing!
Buno
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Thank you, Buno, for the kind words. My desk at school has the same problem you describe. I have to tinker with it every day. Love to all…
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