Wednesday, November 16, 2011

November 15 2011

A feathered grain of sand, my friend,
you are a shard of sunlight with wings
Singing in and out of view.
Clutch the bark, frail seed-hunter,
Let me write the life story of your sparrow life
In commas and ellipsis on
your paper-heart that flutters bright,
a kite wrapped up in twig-boned softness, shy as any dark.

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