A Circle of Gold Stars

He found it difficult to tell the story of grass and the aspen
And the names inside him.
His boyhood
Held still in the green unspoken

If the grass was democratic
It was owing to loneliness.
He lay low and still
The times were plain

He knew the names—
The White Throated Sparrow
Known as the Peabody Bird
Whose song could break your heart

This was in the final days before television
When children played dead
And listened to unseen birds

Author: stevekuusisto

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