Richard Lee's Gallery: No. 2


On the porch. Sun. Not a sound.
Then one lone bird. Then another.
They are calling. Finding. They
have found me. I join
without a voice.

- from Thin Hymns

Poem, illustration, and photo by Richard Lee

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