On that green
Day came greetings
From far away
I’ll have all
Colors of wine
Which is now
Our own joke
You do see
When two people
Have their own
Silliness that’s repeated
It’s like a
Hatchling flapping wings
Before it’s first
Leap into sky
It’s the hallmark
Of something miraculous
About to happen
A newness of
Being one thing
About to become
Something very else
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 