Wednesday, April 5, 2017

there will always be birds

A gradual thing
this sidewalk path
day after day
illusionary meandering
season upon season
a path traveled
frost bracing--coolness warming
over and over and over again
this sidewalk path
a gradual thing
becomes
a bridge constructed
iris plateau discovered
cotton socks to skin to skirt to wind
flight plans configured upon the turning of the sun
being becoming
blue becoming sky becoming home
no boundary these cotton socks to skin
all wind
all a rolling vastness becoming
a cerulean Coriolis force
a winged-feathered thing riding peregrine currents
amidst hyacinth and green
tasting of sunshine upon my tongue
feeling of becoming
this gradual thing
this insubstantial Spring



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