Every Word (Written April 26)

Every Word

 

Every word comes to him direct,

If he is quiet and waits

Without any irritable reaching

 

For what is not yet there. One

Word spawns another, teaching

The virtue of patience.

 

Swollen with spring runoff,

The brook, with impatience,

Flows under the bridge.

 

A herd of deer stands

Very still, on the ridge

Of the hill. When he moves,

 

They vanish, all at once,

Into the woods. No word

Can describe what he feels.

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