I can freeze into sculpture
if I see two wrens approach shyly
for I too am shy and see
they just want the water
left in the ditch next
to me for I too am
next to me and
so I can watch as he
leads the way
hoping he won’t see
me as he drifts up
into the crotch of
of a red-bud tree she
hopping close behind
the scene is so still
I suddenly realize
I’ve never been happier
in my whole life except
the real epiphany
came later as usual
in the anti-climax
of sleep and love.
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