*the birds*

1 September 2013

In the sky we float our fancies
catching drafts off flat facades
upward using warmth spread
black wings wide hooking
sky float delicious blue scatter
we pither here near there for
softer homes in cooler climes
seeding whispers promissory notes
leaf and pail heaven-sent sun-soaked
drenched in colored light
lilac-scented breath for dreaming

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