Spring birds splinter into morning song
Against the cloudless sky
calloused branches bend to bud.
Knotted roots
fracture the dust-rose ground.
Spring birds go on in their inherent song-
their yellow breasts are like flower petals tossed
to the elaborate wind.
Minute yellow heads on flimsy stems
bend toward shadow.
The whole day risks its life.
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Author:
J.Leo (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2022 17:45
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Comments1
Wow that last line really hit. Nice. 👍
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