Friday, July 8, 2011

A LITTLE TWEET BIRD

she said, "i can hear a little tweet bird out there...
i can hear its' sweet song."
she said these things to me, sometimes.
So, I looked at the yellow finch,
as it ate seeds from the thistle sock in our garden.
It pecked outside our window.
I fell in love with my woman all over again.
I do this every day, because of what she says.
It's been this way for some thirty years or more.
We sat in silence...
together, on a love seat,
reading our books,
and I realized once again,
that I am the luckiest man alive.

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