may 13 2017
the morning was young
the coffee fresh and hot
Bach: keyboard partita #2 in C minor
takes my mind to special places
glass marbles of indigo and sea blue
reminiscent of kisses in the water
a red winged blackbird descends
its wings stretched twice its length
falling, not like a leaf for it is light and sways with the slightest hint of a breath
more like a parachute falling with weight and precision
I can see the red brushstroke hopping about in the reeds
chasing undesirables from his home of cat tails and water grass
he is so busy this male walking about on the cut grass calling and skipping to what seems as a gesture of fun at least to these human eyes.
is there anything sweeter then watching the quiet moments of life?
I sit high near the branches
and pretend I am a bird
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