Feel Like A Bird
ose-lapped
mysterious thing
in sleeveless coat
he halves The Air
skipping there
like water-licked boat
lands on star-toes
finger-beak in
feather-pocket
finds no coin
in neat head like
seeds in A Quartered
Apple eyes join
sniping at opposites
stereoscope The Scene
Before
close to floor giddy
no arms to fling
A Third Sail
spreads for calm
his tail
hand better
than A Wing?
to gather A Heap
to count
to clasp A Mate?
or leap
lone-free and mount
on muffled shoulders
to span A Fate?
May Swenson
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