When a robin
Stands up on
The brim
Of a circular
Stone birdbath
Beneath the first
Blue sky of spring,
The air shot through
With March moisture,
And she sees you
Seeing her
And remains proud
Poised & posed,
It is because she knows
That she is blazing
The image
Of a poem
In the 10 AM light
An image
That is then challenged
By the long tailed
Sparrow
Perched
On a post
At the entrance
To this café
