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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Thanks for writing!
Jacqueline