A.Boy

i

In springtime first fly blood-red robins

Blue shells split with un-dead robins

ii

Subjects for a schoolboy’s drawings

Grace this page like strong, lead robins

iii

Bursting sky wards to God’s callings

Curse of worms, those well-fed robins

);(

But Teacher’s note read, “There are problems…”

She asked, “What is this?” I said, “Robins.”

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I liked the one I saw who’d fallen

I named him then, and drew blue robins