Post 231: heart, soul, horizon, poetry, painting

by Carol Bass

GIFTS OF FLOCKS

of all the birds of the world
migrating today in this yard
bluebird on each sea oat, every fence post
flaunting their dark cerulean
sapphire satin shining blue
grandest foreplay
joyful performance

remembering our own wildest plays
tearing of slips
ripping of shirts
licking of lips of eyelids of lumps
on sofas, before hearths, on moss
on sand, dirt
truck seats, mountaintops,
Italian trains and ferries

such commotion solely for moving civilization forward
dawn today we marvel
this gift of cedar waxwings
hundreds flocking filling the tree
by the quiet kitchen window

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