Monday, May 17, 2010

bird in hand

soft in my fist
the indigo bunting
window stunned
regains itself
loses any need
for me if
there was any
its heart
machine rapid
with fear
or passion
or maybe
they're the same
its eyes bright
with flight
its wings ready
to push
all of this behind

my empty hand
having held
blue brilliiance

~ ralph murre

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