Robin Holcomb Waltz
Mention the weather
When you describe the town
How near it lays
To where you were born
How flat the sky
Covers all sleeping things
As dreamers we often see
Glory
Remember the light
That shines beneath doorways
How birds hang motionless
Beating their wings
And the words that are offered
Repeated, suspended
Between the new man
New woman
And all living things
