By Tom Merrill
Companions Composing the flock I thought I heard When wonder drew me out the door, A solitary mockingbird, Busily being more, Absorbed in his little crowd of sounds, A parody of me, Was gathering in his singleness Some songs for company.
First published in The HyperTexts
Poems by Tom Merrill have recently appeared in two novels as epigraphs. He is Poet in Residuum at The HyperTexts and Advisory Editor at Better Than Starbucks.
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