"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Without Flight
The flightless bird floats, wind-washed among leaves, catkins, a Copenhagen can. I pull one from the lake but leave the other, nourishment, perhaps, a small death feeding life in a new season.
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