Interlude Poem by Sidney Wade
Interlude
the never-ending
meditation
continues in
this early
morning
squirrels on
the porch
and in the trees
the lake is still
the silence
blue I've belled
the cat made
coffee and
am ready
with my pencil
to accept
whatever
mind imagines
is its music
or its body
or its gold
I've hung
the niger
thistle-seed
and am
waiting
for the cloud
of goldfinches
I hear is near
to appear.
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