flight is problematic –
my feathers
don't have wings
~
over Sylvia Lake
a migrating goose
waves goodbye
~
a gray wing
sheds wet feathers –
smells like snow
~
in my old rocker
I wonder how I got here –
a black wing wraps around
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Simplicity personified! Thses images will stay with me.
that first one is particular striking for its hapless comedy. expresses a wish to be a bird more than poems of flight as a bird or as icarus.
As always - a delight!
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