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This morning, in the fresh field,
I came upon a hidden nest.
It held four warm, speckled eggs.
I touched them. Then went away
softly, having felt something
more wonderful than all the
electricity of New York City.

—Mary Oliver

~

black mercy
between waking

& dreaming—
A wren

no larger
than a fist

flew to me—
lent my hand

her
gravity—

Rustle
of wings

in palm,
she made

my hand
a little nest.

—In the blue-

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Poem: Dream Nest

Poem: My Father’s Nest

Poem: The Hummingbird Nest

Poem: Hornets’ Nest in Four Seasons

Poem: At Crow’s Nest Pass

Poem: Nest

Poem: Nest

Poem: Crow’s Nest

Poem: The Wasp Nest

Poem: Under the Raven’s Nest

Poem: A Nest Full of Stars

Poem: The Nesting Ground

Poem: Niche

Poem: Restless Ghost

Poem: 9th and 2nd

Poem: God’s Will

Poem: Winter Twilight

Poem: Winter Music

Poem: Gitanjali 67

Poem: Killdeer

Poem: Token Loss

Poem: Shelter in Place

Poem: Lullaby of the Iroquois

Amazing nests

Hornets build an elaborate nest inside a tree

Nest

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