by Emma

“Now comes the long blue cold
and what shall I say but that some
bird in the tree of my heart is singing.
That same heart that only yesterday
was a room shut tight, without dreams.
Isn’t it wonderful—the cold wind and
spring in the heart inexplicable.
Darling girl. Picklock.”

From Mary Oliver’s Red Bird

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