Nocturne (Blue Grosbeak)
Why tremble
when nothing
arrives to be seen?
The architecture
of the day
comes and goes
in the same
heartbeat,
a disturbance
more felt than heard.
But listen.
The grosbeak sings
his presence
and departs,
leaving behind
the echo
of a motion
blending with night.
The air is cool.
A leaf utters
its own message
and falls
unnoticed.
Nothing awaits it.
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This last appeared in November 2016.
O at the Edges 
intense and delicate. I adore it.
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So pleased you like it, Anthony. Thank you.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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haunting
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Thank you, Maureen!
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a favorite
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So pleased you like it. Thank you.
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Quite evocative and poignant. Thanks for sharing.
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You’re very kind, S.B. Thank you.
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What you do with Nothing in your poems, RO, always makes me smile. ^_^
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I’m good at Nothing, Sunshine. Or something like that. 🙂
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So good! I love it ❤
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Thank you!
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