My fears
are a flock of blackbirds,
that swarm
the extremities of tree limbs,
but by your grace they dissolve into the sky,
their low caws dispersed by the brushing of the wind.
and there,
in a house finally my own,
no longer supporting there taloned feet:
i am thankful.
Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 3:06 PM UTC
My fears
are a flock of blackbirds,
that swarm
the extremities of tree limbs,
but by your grace they dissolve into the sky,
their low caws dispersed by the brushing of the wind.
and there,
in a house finally my own,
no longer supporting there taloned feet:
i am thankful.
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