Sunday, September 30, 2018

Look at the birds flying south

Pointing to the birds in the sky you said 
look at the birds flying south 
an act of migration 

I said, it was a dance 
a murmuration,
an act of togetherness 

into an open sky, 
into the sunset the birds 
move together 

next to me, you were silent 
your eyes on the horizon 
its beautiful, you whisper 

I'll think of birds now 
of glorious sunsets 
when I think that you left
fifteen minutes after the birds flew

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