O fresh day in February

Come along

with me under pine whose new cones

make flowers. In a mellow mood

let's take anything

and you're better

in the peaceful flowing

in the beach

in the bird who flys up

out of coyote bush,

bob cat who crosses the road

For who could think I could see

the grace of other souls born, and reborn

before in crab shells

snail shells, the head of a grebe

moleskin, new onions up. Drawn by

your clever sleigh of tortoise

I listen for the melody

to sing along.

~Joanne Kyger

Illustration by Arthur Okamura

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(This reminds me of The Mouse's 'long and sad tale'!)

Such a pretty illustration, like a silkscreen.

I specially liked the lines:

"For who could think I could see

the grace of other souls born, and reborn

before in crab shells

snail shells...."