Their First Love Story - Pyramus and Thisbe

There is the sun and slight morning chill;

There are the mulberries outside the window

ripening, without instruction;

White, green, palest pink, a certain sort-of orange

moving toward red and their

soon-to-be lush darkness.

There are the mocking birds and blue jays

eager among the branches

their choral delights fill the open window,

praise from the uncoached throat;

The silk of ordinary miracles spins.

There is the sun and a slight morning chill.