The towhees nesting under the big rhododendron, in the shade of the birches and firs, have added two fine young offspring to the world. We saw them for the first time late yesterday evening, hopping along the edge of the ivy in what might have been their first foraging lesson. Drab-fluffy and rough-feathery, they were almost as big as their parents.
Our human social fabric has so many rips and tears that it is beyond mending. But with some tender recycling, something beautiful can be made with it still. We would not want to keep the whole thing; just the parts, rather, that show our depth and potential. Love is the thread. The new style and colors will come of themselves.
June 2, 2020
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
William Michaelian 