The Sybils Speak in Quaker Meeting

'The Sybils Speak in Quaker Meeting' by Dana Littlepage

'The last bird sang...' | Photo: Patrick Hendry / Unsplash.

The last bird sang

its black remembrance

of earth at the bottom

of our garden. One black bird

perched on the edge of time

a spindle twig quickened

by May, its golden beak

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