We both enjoyed the grace of the grass
among the flowers
whose voices coincide with the singing
of the robin
of the finch
of the thrash
and with the aural aura of the oriole
the flowers
the birds
and we in our embrace
had one name
Joy
but we leave one another
as the leaves leave their branches
and in the emptiness
remains one abrupt outcry
and we scarcely dare say
the jay
12.11.2004.
The jay
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