ROBINS
Early March morning,
backyard aglow with robins,
and I heard a voice sing:
“If I’m not alive
when the robins come,
give the one in red cravat
a memorial crumb.
If I can’t thank you,
being just asleep,
you know I’ll be trying
with my granite lip.”
Robins return,
Emily lives.
March 2, 2013
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