with you it is …

with you it is a quiet morning
a babe and her mother, it is a
moment by the sea-

it is the poem that you lose at

four

in the

morning

it is the one you keep too

in the back of the book by
my bed;

it is the birds in spring
time the day after the frost,
sometimes,

with you it is each moment, there,
unmoving, like the sea

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