On a hot August day
I sat on the spacious balcony of my home
Reading about enfolding and unfolding
Teetering between rupture and rapture,
When Lenore came to visit.
She landed in the gutter
And cocked her head in response
To my accolades of her beauty and intelligence.
After a bit she let loose with a booming
And flew onto the railing to study me better.
Then- exit stage up.
Lenore’s raucous call had announced
A radical paradigm shift in our lives.
Nevermore are we separate, but connected
© rita h kowats
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