sun in the crowns
of the oaks
ringing less
like a church bell
than the beeper on a truck
backing into a quarry pit
coming over top of the mingled
voices of birds
whose throats each mix
two vocal tracks
into a single braid ah
the wood thrush
redstart red-eyed vireo
and that alluring odor
from a bank of dame's-rocket
trembling in one spot
i thought just as a chipmunk's
tail was disappearing
into the lilies
of the valley
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Natures are close to one another. It is by practice that they become far apart.
Kongzi, Analects 17.2 (tr. Brian W. Van Norden
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