A portrait of a magpie and a poet

The magpie came back this morning.
Telling me about the thinness of life.
I told it about the sun up
and the sundown.
And the splashing drops of love
that have come my way.
The magpie thought I was lucky.
I thought that winter
comes and we surely die.
Before then I bring all that
I am, and all that there is.

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