I wrote a sonnet for a flower
she did not understand it
and turned away to face the sun
unknowing
I wrote prose for a fish
that silently disappeared into the
rocks of the shallow pool
unknowing
I wrote a song for an eagle
who drifted off across the sky
chasing vermin below
unknowing
I wrote a story for a swan
who craned her neck to see
what the noise was
unknowing
I wrote a confession for a dreamer
who dreamt of love and devotion
and cracked open one eye
wondering





It reminds me of "looking for love in all the wrong places", as all these creatures go their own ways, unaware of attention. But the dreamer is different, there is hope. I like the symmetry in these stanzas, and the refrain with its final change. Don't we all dream of love and devotion? Thank you for this stately addition to our celebration for Marion.







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