in the frame

where in the dance birds of pale green
do not quite fly but in their almost flight
show a calm grace in shade or light
we wonder just what all this might mean
branches that bow as to a mighty queen
and then are still and patient to the sight
their pallor accentuated by the white
blinds in the window all that has been
announced and measured here is how
we make life signify beyond each day
as voices call us back to normal obligation
there's not much we can say about that now
the time has come our regular dues to pay
before we're open to the imagination