Morning Poem, March 6, 2017

 

I’m chasing a bird that has flown from the tree

It’s bright and it’s blue and it beckons to me

And just when I’m near it and think I will see

It flutters its wings and is gone instantly

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What can I do to remember this vision

This color of sky, this heartbeat of heaven

I know that I want it, but I don’t know why

I’m stuck on the ground, but my dreams all can fly.

 

Copyright 2017

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