A promise leaves me, I leave myselfOur words do little,
as morning haze or hills do little
but hide the birds that sing
and tell of things we cannot see.
A marsh of swans,
flourishing wings in the mud-nest
to rise and ride the air
and so extend and hold the sky.
But the loon? He will have fishes
so dunks his head every day.
Explaining to Anne Frank about the Students at RooseveltEither no one told them about the war or they never cared.
They admit to nothing and hold up well under interrogation.
They have seen the movie and thought it dull.
They are very good at hiding.
You might like one or two of them.