February: Year-day 44

                                           
                                         
February: Year-day 44

A time for quiet and simplicity.
You and I on a long summer's walk.  You,
and I, passing under a maple tree,
kissing, breezes bandying in the blue;
sparrows, grackles, robins, swallows, and doves,
like visitors from foreign nations, come
to a sort of resort to know their loves;
you, and I, opening, more than the sum.

In the stream, a flower, living, dead, sails
through our memories, here, there, catching fire,
breaking old incidents out of their jails,
renewing each, like a phoenix from its pyre
of unrecognition, show us what fails
fails not with the right touch of fate, desire.

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