Verdin
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Though your trail was cut for you

And another flew it first

You blazed no less


You could not be diminished. You refuse

Even today to laze

Ceaselessly reaching for your next revelation

To shine your saffron beam, tip the box

And upend the contents into understanding


Golden-cheeked and bustling

The tiny bird backyardside in the late-spring sun

Hangs inverted from the feather-mesquite

Chipping and peeping, undoing the beancoats

Prizing the beetles inside. Always searching


For more, to know, to find

As your hands are ever lofted. As your

Eyes ever cast about, aglimmer

You wonder. You stretch your arms

And attain. You stretch your arms

And embrace


My tiny one

May your heart ever be gentle

May your legs ever propel you

And may your mind ever wander and dream


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