Friday, March 14, 2008
to sleep, perchance to daydream...
The chickadees are chirping on the branches of the cottonwoods,
chattering about spring before the still leafless trees are conscious of it.
I watch them from my perch on the couch as I search
for an adequate translation of ni una golondrina...
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