Feels like whenever I have an urge....
feels like whenever I have an urge
to write in the format presented, I rise--
like a red wing blackbird,
take residence on
the nearest telephone pole,
have perspective when viewing
the ancient whooshing harbor......
seems to be either luck,
or I have burned off enough
old karma to see:
a shimmer spit shine
in this little world of mine, and of yours--supine....
both on fire, and flooded
with unending cascades
of purposeful mind.....
writing lines on wings:
painted red to be seen,
and intent to be gently heard--
by those who pass by
on this rainy warm
morning-- made more peaceful
by such a humble bird
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