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A Good Omen

Through the intervals
Between the narrow slats
Of the bamboo shade that
Stretches down the length
Of my studio door,
I spy the leaves on the
Next-door tree moved
To random dance
By a morning breeze.
A good omen.


I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.