in the kind light of morning
raven sings a song of coarse turning
on this green day side of the door
keyhole child is found
And who or what is “keyhole child”? I don’t know today. I’m hoping by tomorrow he/she will take shape and let me finish the story. I feel a need for a sketch, a brief description of what the child is and isn’t. Tomorrow should tell. Perhaps I need to search a field.
