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Restless traveler
sit still,
and look pretty
under the apple tree

the interconnection,
your milligram smile,
best in motion,
you run with honey

you pond and stream,
rivers in your mouth,
the deep taste of survival,
so few will remain, after
the pollinator

with dizzy spells in flight,
a promise flits away
from your swear jar,
you and your wings
mean more to me
than milestones
of osmosis

But is it me
you'll really miss?

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I’m in a contest I can’t win
Or even come in second.
My bird has flown from the streetlight arm
And taken promise with it.

Another lands and then departs
To mock my hopeful prayers
The sky teems with symbolic fowl
But I can’t suss their meaning.

A big one flew straight over me
But I can’t read its message.
Was it promising good health
Or telling me it’s sorry

That I’ll only get just what I have
To get me through tomorrow
And if I am not strong enough
The game will then be over.

Why are birds the messengers
In answer to my pleas
They send me signals I can’t read
And I walk on in darkness.
ljm
I've fixated on birds as messengers from....God?
A cold spring morning,
sun enters open shutters
cool breeze touches face.

Chopped parsley on swirl
adorns bowl of hot creamy,
puréed pumpkin soup.


Eyes roam the green fields
some boulders block them from view,
words hide...like truths veiled!

Uneasy muse flees,
but...a winged creature arrives,
a peach mimosa...

Seeking shelter now,
flash rain pours...petrichor fades,
floods flow...blocks crumble!


sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
    May 1, 2025
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