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Saturday, May 23, 2009

Snagged



"...The inward gates of a bird are always open.
It does not know how to shut them.
That is the secret of its song..."

From "On a Raised Beach" by Hugh MacDiarmid

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I almost forgot what being outside looked like.

But some grit in my shoes and vegetative snags later, I found sunlight filigreed by a mockingbird's song.

5 comments:

Dale said...

(o)

Shelly Lowenkopf said...

You actually got out.

jarvenpa said...

You are a poet. "filigreed by a mockingbird's song" !

preeti said...

Hope we all look inward like you and get out.

Barbara Martin said...

Lovely photo with the words of a poet are very inspirational.