combed and carded

from the folds

of sleep…

the breath

of mountains



the silhouettes of two birds

crossing the sunrise…

my childlike heart

when I’m with you


heard on the breeze

the wide-open chirps

of hungry chicks…

I tilt back my head,

down a glass of sunlight


facing the wind

but still we dare to dream…


ahead of us on the path

a pair of yellow wagtails


give me the words

to ring this day

and year after year

I’ll watch it return

on wings of memory


pollen in the wind

this dust that leaves no stain

but words. . .

and a butterfly’s shadow

to bookmark the page


at my fingertips

a blush-green night

in the orchard of dreams…

heading home at sunrise

to upset the apple-cart



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