Tuesday, August 15, 2023

poem

 (untitled)


Walking through the paradox

it appears birds

are fine, fine metaphor

for women and men

set upon a sexy planet;


the plumes and color

and proclivities

amongst the trees and

shores along the seas

bespeak the creation,

within which

things are rarely

seen for what they are

in the moment—


past defined,

fixed the instant

a creature alights

into and from.


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