"the note" by June Babcock

the note

He sends me the sun
on a silver platter
Bright and shining
smiling
no strings
on soft wings
it carries me
into the light
and I am amused,
warmed
by the charm of his
... words, like
little sparrows sitting
on my window sill
They greet me.
I enjoy the sweet song
They bring
before they fly away
and I think--
how, for
one moment
--
his thoughts...
were turned to me.

Minstrel

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