Birds on the Ledge: A Nature Poem About Flight and Freedom
On the ledge of a strip mall roof,their pre-cut carrot stick legs stand,holding up football-shaped bodiesof white feathers.Separated by one wingspan from the next,their walnut-sized heads bob up and downwhile marble-colored eyes remain still.Without warning,one by one,they raise both wingslike Tesla Model X doors,leap into the void of spaceand ride the invisible hand of windhigh into the day’s blueness.
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Birds on the Ledge: A Nature Poem About Flight and Freedom
On the ledge of a strip mall roof,their pre-cut carrot stick legs stand,holding up football-shaped bodiesof white feathers.Separated by one wingspan from the next,their walnut-sized heads bob up and downwhile marble-colored eyes remain still.Without warning,one by one,they raise both wingslike Tesla Model X doors,leap into the void of spaceand ride…
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In the time I live—somewhere betweenthe ticking clock and timeless thought—I do not understand time. I know it only asthe rhythm of night and day,orbiting a distant starwe call the sun. The digits glowing on clocksshape the architecture of modern life.But I experience time differently—in the silhouettes cast on a bus window at dusk,in the slow,deliberate steps of thosestill working…
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