augury doggerel

Thursday, May 29, 2003


I notice now she�the loon with a flute of wine and another one coming�watches me back. I'm afraid. She looks at me and smiles. Next year I'll live with her and tell you, if she lets me, how the pigeon is king of secrets, the sparrow of sorrows, the cat of the realm of claw. Next year, if she ordains it, I will show you the dance of the falling stars.


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