Saturday, December 1, 2018

Blessed Valentine

In his last great work
‘The Hummingbird Wars’
The story of his early years
 
Which he wrote in blindness
Transcribing only what he heard
From the birds flying in his head
 
Philo the final tragedian
Often speaks of his mother
A bride and widow on the same day
 
But already pregnant with him
By a strange incident in the temple
And always resourceful and dignified
 
Even as a young girl
Sensed the importance of his words
And knew she was blessed

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