From: pisgitt@me.com
Sent: 5/26/12 6:06 PM
Subject: As king fishers catch fire
Lisa,
An excerpt from my favorite poem for our talk:
As king fishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves — goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.
I will always leave and adore your space,
Percy
xx