& i'm not so alone - each red peck
at the pane - reminds me of winter
at the pane - reminds me of winter
and i wonder why it hasn't gone
south - i'm told all birds go south
still it pecks away. this poor red
bird. days go by and i've become
apprehensive: let it peck away 'til
its beak gives way or the pane sub
- sides. and i often ponder whose
message it carries from heaven's
creek. at times i think it all will be
- discovered the moment our lips
touch and i catch the smile hidden
in hazel that makes me laugh and
reminds me spring will be here soon
perhaps the red bird will go north to
tap: on happiness' basement window
