There's a tiny sphere of crystal light On the tip of a twig of the cherry tree Outside my window - The only sparkle There among all those unleafed but poignant trees together. The time is noon; surely then it isn't dew. It has been there an hour, so surely it isn't water. It glistens like a little ball of hope, Yea, even of promise there, for me. Perhaps's it is sap budding ooze Or a bird birthing. I salute to the sun - and me After my erstwhile prayer.
I ran to get my binoculars But, alas, now it is gone.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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Anticipated, here for now, and passed on tomorrow.
Nice poem Addie,
blessin's
cynth'ya lewis reed
sparkles hope like a gem.
You know it is always there for you,
you didn't need the binoculars.
~ Sandie May Angel :o)