small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Sunday, November 30, 2014

two birds

wind scours
the hospital grounds . . .
a sparrow 
tumbles sideways 
in the empty air

~GUSTS 20, Fall/Winter 2014

I walk alone
with the wind at my back—
one swallow
slicing  through dark clouds
with the edge of its life

~Ribbons 10:3, Fall 2014

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