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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

John Smith


So Little Light

At the corner of Mine and Main,
so little light , yet still enough
to stir the birds from sleep, and I,
awakened by their soft beginning,
lie in bed and listen to the city yawn
and stretch one car at a time
across town.
Spared the alarm's shrill drill,
I can hear the dewy song
of a white-throated sparrow
in the willow beyond my windowsill.
Soon there will be talking, too many
things said, not enough singing,
even less listening.