Birds

Monday March 4, 2013 § Leave a comment

coal-dark sunrise
                             close print of wings
            frantic branches
                                       a crease of eyes
                       sampled
                                      between cross –winds
the lick of earth                     
                                        a splash against
     a smokeless
                                       morning
                                                how you are never
quite without a precedent
                                    Greek rain
                                                            slick
             with learning

                                                   the forever altitude
                                            of holy fear
                                                      & safety imagined in
                                      untraveled distances
                                              the drowned stalemate
                                                        sightless            blameless
                                                              needles of light
                                                                                 escape their
                                               cover, like you
                                         they would not start from here

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