Birds I
The birds are singing wild songs
harmonizing in jagged leaps and bounds
of voice...
like the frenzy of humanity
speaking different words
to the same, ancient tune
Birds II
A pigeon nurtures her young on my balcony, and so I write softly, whisper-words, tiptoe-sounds, hoping I can fool her into believing that I'm just another fixture...a tree, a plant, a flower...in her world of root and branch.
If I could only fool myself as well, maybe then I could be happy...to sway in the breeze, drink life from earth and sky, bear fruit that is worth savoring, quietly, a picture of peace.
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