I would gladly wear the colors of the male towhee that sings and dwells with his lovely mate in the birch-and-ivy environs of our fir-sheltered backyard. And it may well be that in another life, I already have, or will, and that this other life has a beautiful name of its own — Now.
April 28, 2020
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Categories: Everything and Nothing, New Poems & Pieces
William Michaelian 