for the first time
in days
I have to smile
hearing birds,
a fish leaps up
in the lake.
The water line
is even lower,
making it possible
to walk out
to the old dead
foir the first time
since we’ve lived
The comorrants
buds on its branches
fly off as I do,
except for one.
A young one
I think –
where the others
have gone,
what he is to do.
Stretching his neck,
he defecates
in the lake,
as they do
lifting his
tail in the air.
And then he
flies away.

2/4/00 lb