The flycatcher
calls—
with her whistle:
Hey you.
And when you drift off,
she whistles again:
Hey you.
Here is your book—
truth without platitudes.
Just: Hey you.
Come back to you.
With each call
that softly
lands in your heart.
The flycatcher
calls—
with her whistle:
Hey you.
And when you drift off,
she whistles again:
Hey you.
Here is your book—
truth without platitudes.
Just: Hey you.
Come back to you.
With each call
that softly
lands in your heart.
