White-throated Sparrow

Made by trees
tonight, under the care of invisibility, l am trying
to ask my heart, oh why so knotted up? I hear
that it is late and Canada is sweet and still
so many days away, though it silvers
now and then in marsh grass and the leaves.
Darkening present, it is so beautiful
to be out walking
past blackbirds sailing to nowhere on their stalks,
silver thread of a song
about to be pulled through the eye
of a needle if only I stay out here
until it's dark enough.

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