The Robin is the One
That interrupts the Sheet
That hurried flock express their Thirst
When December's on its feet —
The Robin is the One
That wets the perching knot
With his flailing energy —
A hundred sparkling drops —
The Robin is the One
That speechless from his Quest
Submit that Home — and Certainty
And Clawfoot Tubs, are best
— a less sanctimonious rewrite of Emily Dickinson, seasonally adjusted for the Deep South, by Barbara Tomlinson
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