Plainday Plainsong

by Bob Schwartz

Plainday Plainsong

An old friend says
That when you fully notice anything
You are there.
The morning wind blows chill
Driving away thoughts
Of hot summer.
The birds are long awake
Forever.
A white steeple
Shoots out of a green sea.
Later they will gather under it
To sing.
My old friend is gone
Four hundred years
And still speaking.

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