Poetry

"Akasha (Radiance)" by Laura Braverman (Watercolor) I. In June, a just-born bird trips headlong from its nesting bed. We feed the barely feathered bird with worms and bits of food stuck at toothpick ends, craft a makeshift nest from a plastic cup. On the windowsill, the fledgling lives. Sings a day or two-then stops. We hear