Sonnetto 1

Why does the robin
Sing in this early darkness?
Can she see you here?

Pandiculating,
I stretch hands and arms awake
And encircle you.

From your side of bed
I hear images. I write
All I can recall.

Dawn is so lazy,
But I wake before the thrush
In hopes you call me.

Don’t think that I long for you
Like hungry deer for apples.

P. H. Coleman graduated a fine art BA, sold shoes and ad copy, and taught chemistry at university and high school for years. Though a PMY, he still has things to say, and has done so in obscure publications in Vermont and Missouri. He is at present safely woven into the Vermont hills with three dogs who tell him what to write.

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