4.15.10 – 19.59

on top a summered
elm, perched a small and soft-songed
swallow that sung just

as it could twitter,
melodic and full of joy.
burrowed beneath my

flightless bones laid an
envy of small and soft-songed
birds that could fly just

as well as they could
sing, yet seated in a glade
was i, who could not

sing – was i, who could
not fly or call to other
birds for care or for

company. was i,
who sat alone and could not,
but wanted to, love.

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4 Replies to “4.15.10 – 19.59”

  1. Many excellent twists of language in this poem. “summered,” “flightless,” “soft-songed”…. I always enjoy reading your work. Thanks

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