Wherever a bird comes to rest, it’s right at home.
Is it fitting that a man should have less sense than a bird?
— Da Xue (Higher Learning)
A tumble of hurdy-gurdy notes
from the forsythia hedge
What memories of summer muskeg
this wet warm spell must trigger
in a tree sparrow’s breast
His gypsy song says courtship
however fleeting is always definitive
& no spring can ever be false