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:
I like how the final lines of the stanzas echo each other.
Thank you, Steph!
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