Mosaic II A dream I had forgotten the swelter of Cienfuegos, —naked baby birds; nests; a blue jay speaking with me daily, the songs, the songs… Share this:ShareClick to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like Loading... This entry was posted in Birds, Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.