The grackles stroll about on the black floor of sorrow.
Rabbis robed in saffron feed them
minnow bread … They come to meet you.
Ficino and Moses and his black wife
walk like birds and dance. Among the stalks of wild grass
the saddled horses drink from sorrow tanks.
But the grackles’ toes are springy—they walk
over the human footprints the dreamer made last night.
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