Saturday, November 05, 2022

when you are here

I wonder about the machinery of birds
how love feathers my arms like fur
thoughts alight and leave like moths
when my cry answers your cry

The anxious outline of the day fades
falling asleep like a shadow at noon
some half-remembered song echoes
then my why answers your why


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Pic: Yard work with Scout and an airborne Huck.

2 comments:

StephLove said...

I like how the final lines of the stanzas echo each other.

maya said...

Thank you, Steph!

simply

A cold day, but beautiful.  Walks with some of my favorite people: L, Big A,  me... Pic: An icy Red Cedar River