Aug 2015
Swallows dip and rise this morning brings
more than pennies treat for my two sense
Each grass blade swaths my skin
holding me barely off the ground
but nonetheless off of the Earth
A flying bird with hundreds of green feathers
closes his eyes as his soul sings
With the swallows
more than pennies treat for my two sense
Each grass blade swaths my skin
holding me barely off the ground
but nonetheless off of the Earth
A flying bird with hundreds of green feathers
closes his eyes as his soul sings
With the swallows
Joining the birds in flight and song. Exploring the lesser known senses.
(Downers Grove, IL)
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