MAY YOU BE PRAISED
bright future of mankind
this morning, too
you rose early
i sense that by the jabber
of your laughter
that drenches my face
dusty and flour-covered
with sleep
how do you manage
every morning
to bring into the nest
a grain of goodness for our
little chick’s gaping beak
and how do you find strength
to recite again
about flight
as of the game of capturing
the azure…
