Friday, April 17, 2015

Birdhouse Repair


                                           in the midst of birdhouse repair

                                           the little stone cottage


                                           falls


                                           apart


                                           in


                                           my


                                           hands









The photograph is mine.

8 comments:

  1. Sometimes it still surprises me that things, even favorite things, are events and events conform to duration.

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  2. Oh, I'd sure hate to see that one be lost! I bet there are some memories there.

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    1. It was heartbreaking ... I felt loss for myself and the mother wren who made it her summer home. I replaced it with an old coffee can but, so far, she has sought shelter elsewhere. Maybe this year ...

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  3. I'm thinking now of Chinua Achebe's novel, "Things Fall Apart." Indeed they do, from the most concrete to the least.

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    1. yes, a wonderful book ... thank you, Linda.

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