A note about this blog:

The poems in this blog have all been previously published, but are not yet in order by date. I hope to do that sometime in the future, as well as to add others.

Monday, January 23, 2012



I have just been born
anew, emerging from the chrysalis
of my former life.

I stretch my wings to dry,
angelic laundry.
You float

down to me. Your wings
are halos, two shining suns, bright

I join you in a wedding
dance as morning rises. We share
honeysuckle nectar. Our wingtips

touch, touch. Open, close. Slow
passion. Our joining
lazy and good.

No one whispers
more quietly than we.

Mary Stebbins Taitt
For Bruce
Published in City Edition, May 29, 1989

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