Somedays the sun hangs listless

Half-lit, tilting toward nothing but sky

limning only the tips of clouds.

Beneath, bird breasts gleam flat matte 

They offer blurred paeans on

fluttering wings, held breathless 

behind sluggish glass. Restless.

Maybe we can breathe for them

Just whisper a bubble of faith 

Until the sun remembers  The taste of summer breeze on its fiery tongue

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