FLYING CLOUDS


How dare you despair?
The cold blue air is filled
With clouds and birds and sunlight
Sharp cut shadows
Slicing my slice of the world
Into diamonds and paths toward spring

Birds flit and feed and sing
Busy and furiously fighting March winds
Too cold to stop till blue twilight
When they shout a reminder they’ll be back
Next sunrise come what may
No risk a bet on sure things

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