“Mockingbird at the Huntington Library and Botanical Gardens, San Marino” by Jane Beal

The poem flew right in front of my face:
a mockingbird on an arc of light
that sprang from a stone to a tree
across a waterfall
in a garden full of white flowers

that became stars in my memory,
shaped into constellations of joy.

jb

with Sally Shurter

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