Sunday, February 19, 2012

charitable: to time. 2007

I am still young
Reaching
as the grounded bird’s plumes cry out for dry air
blue feather tickling the webbed feet
green feather: clock counts time — units of seconds                  beating like
wings beating with flight
as something that is happening in her heart my heart

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