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Blue Birds Fly

time

is a strange bird

it lands on a limb

and sits there

gauging the wind

the height has to be right

the limb sturdy and strong

the leaves enough

to cover

there’s a lot to consider

before she makes

a nest

after all

eggs are fragile

shells

even in the best of conditions

they break

the bird knows this

but is undeterred

it has seen it

all

on the ground

and in the air

over water

and rainbows

in the quiet mist

of morning

and the quiet dark

of night

in the drumbeat days

and dizzy dance

the seasonal change

this bird knows

what it is

to be cold

and alone

to not know home

in a mortal sense

it only knows

it is alive

and though it is cold

it knows the sun

though it is wet with rain

it knows the clouds

how they change

like the earth

it is never just Spring

so it is happy then

there on the limb

with the buds beneath its feet

soon it will be full

no longer bare

the bird is busy now

building its nest

after gathering the twigs

and twine

she’ll rest

until her eggs break free

then she’ll be off again

finding food

the bird is busy now

the nest is full

filled with song

but not for long

if she does her job

well enough

the nest will be

what it was

the seasonal change

takes course

and birds will lift and land

on limbs

gauging the wind

TL

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