Neighborhood Walk
I know where the full moon drops,
where swallows chirp in the brush,
in whose yard the first snowdrops grow,
on which roof robins warm their toes,
where they bathe in spring,
where crows bury their scraps.
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The images in this are so nice. especially the first three lines, the sounds of the words are really enjoyable
Would have been lovely if it could have gone on a few more lines with a turn (like a sonnet) that told what the knowing meant to the narrator.
Another breathtaking poem and fantastic image!
I really enjoy the noticing of this poem and the mysterious tension of “knowing”
Yes like Shaun inreally like that we start the read from a place of “I know”. And the picture!
I love the everydayness of this intimate knowledge
Sweet picture! Cuties. They can warm their toes on my roof any time.
There is wisdom in this knowledge you write about.
Oh my goodness!
Neighborhood walks are a superpower–
Thank you for sharing a few lines of your inside knowledge.
Wow.
Stunning, Gaby! I love the meter here, how beautifully it scans. Your most musical poem yet that I know of. Bravo.
Loving the intimacy you bring to it right from the first line.