a grace of sorts
only the quick
thud
thud
the bird does not
see
the window only
more
sky more branches
emptying
themsrlves and the
light
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That is the hardest thing–what they think they are going toward, and what it truly is. Kind of like us, right? I love that last line.
Exactly like us from my view.
Thank you for your generous comments.
Oh Kate, it is so good to see you here, to read your poem–so spare, so seemingly simple, and yet, quite the opposite. Your line breaks work so well. Thank you for this poem.
That last line! Wow!
Very meditative. Last two lines!