How to Love - Harold Sloane

[Larry Robinson]

How to Love

 
It’s not so hard

But being inarticulate

It seems that it lies beyond our grasp

We name it, and so in a flash lose it

While our heart knows 

The “ten thousand things” are true, always.

Sea spray

Like oxygen

Like the sky 

Lacks edges

And a flock of House Finches in constant motion

(Branch to branch)

sing freely for no reason.

In the end, it’s like that -

A whif of jasmine on the Summer breeze

 A smile

A dance

A song

You stop, and it’s gone


	- Harold Sloane
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