Like birds

  • Posted on December 1, 2012 at 6:28 pm

We gather, in twos and threes.
In twos.
Like birds with broken wings.
In ones.
Quiet in discomfort, lost
to sky.
Thoughts are clouds, reason not
to see.

or intermittent twitter-chat.
of brighter hopes—one day …
One day
‘when my wing is mended’
released, as new shall fly.

We shall fly, alone, in twos.
from hurts. On skyroads, unbound—
not too
hurt to conquer cloud hills. Imagine
the one
with wings gathering, lifting us

But now
feathered in lost loves, flocked
in one
shared understanding. Like birds
in twos
shuffling for a sunrise, twittering
in trees
gathered. With broken wings.

2012 © Andie Davidson

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