May 7th, 1989
May 7th, 1989 In a wooden yurt, open to Sonoma spring thirty-three people hold hands and sing, a blessing to honor our union A strangled sound fourteen-year-old Bird weeping, cannot stop Upset? Overwhelmed? A close friend signals me, takes him outside A long twenty minutes So touched, she said later his heart fell wide open
Beautiful, Amrita. Bird sounds like a wonderful human. xo
So touching... not least that this child is named Bird, which makes my heart open with those last two sweet lines.