Untitled: to a Robyn

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Untitled: to a Robyn

One morning I woke up in Wisconsin
and you were in New York and
the possibility of our
ever meeting again was
on the endangered species list

(going the way of
dodo birds and dinosaurs,
in the general direction of
whooping cranes and whales,
becoming a possibility extinct)

I called the D.N.R.,
the High Sierra Club of the Heart,
the Audobon Society of Finer Feelings
and then I called you

and you had seen it, too
(perhaps the last existing opportunity)
flying wild and free
in a refuge between us



© David L. White 5/18/82