Originally published in Front Porch Review (April 2011), shared here for today’s Writers’ Pantry at Poets And Storytellers United.
On A Wire
Under their wings is white:
early in the morning, early
in autumn, birds, perched on lines
give new meaning to the words
‘the birds alight.’ Birds in search
of one last brightness, one last
dream of summer flight, gleam.
Spied from below, the underside
of wings is white, flares like the last
flash of another summer, undone
by autumn’s shortened light.
Poets And Storytellers United
Writers’ Pantry # 39
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