In Progress

Birds leave shadows

on the grass

where a blanket is drawn

 

Close by, clouds skitter

Blacking out

The wings

 

It’s like this

On the ground

Where light and dark intermix

 

A speckled mosaic

Of wondering and cursing

Not sure what it should be

 

What should it be

A shadow, a bird

And must both fly away?

 

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