Sun pours down like honey
September 11, 2011
Alphabet of names in a green field.
Names in the small tracks of birds.
Names lifted from a hat
Or balanced on the tip of the tongue.
Names wheeled into the dim warehouse of memory.
So many names, there is barely room on the walls of the heart.
- Billy Collins,
Sunday, September 11, 2011
forget me not flowers from NY Botanical garden
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