Morning Manna,
for Kathryn
It is Bebek, the young one, who
jumps from the ground to the hood of my car
then walks the slope of windshield
to the roof where he licks a circle of dew,
morning’s sweet nectar, in spite
of the bowl set on the back stoop.
We can’t make them drink…
Great image!
I can almost recognize a formal Japanese poem–either accidental or with purpose, it is delicate and striking!
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