the best of fortune

the robins
and the purple martins
are having a big skirmish
over worms
as I think of You,
too far away,
but still beneath my eyelids
and nestled in my heart;
the bickering birds
are making a lot of noise,
as I consider
how fortunate I am
to have a seat
in the temple
that is Your love.



June 22, 2010, for the Wifey.

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