Sunday 25 October 2009
A Flock of Birds
What was the sound between my first and last sight of day?
How could I speak what I had heard, and to whom?
Such whispers upon my breast, words like an immense flock of birds
Rising and falling, unbelievable patterns and intensity, so soon to vanish into dusk
Ascending or descending to who knows where, to who knows what ..?
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