Four Poems
Light in a Quiet Grove
How selective light is,
how it seems to find
just the right object
to illuminate, and recast
into gold, not wholes,
but parts, not the
bird, but a sliver of its wing,
How selective light is,
how it seems to find
just the right object
to illuminate, and recast
into gold, not wholes,
but parts, not the
bird, but a sliver of its wing,