Wednesday, September 28, 2011


A yellow bird
On an orange sill
Unruly sky
And a pond that's still
In the slow sweet waltz
Of night and dawn
It wet its wings
It pecked its corn
Then it flew away
In speed and grace
A single feather
Left its trace
It flew across
Long and high
Across an unruly pond
And a still blue sky
To meet the one
It loved so greatly still
An orange bird
On a yellow sill.

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