Sunday, April 22, 2012


Day 20 - Let's ______

Let's Talk

Lying in bed bone-weary
and your sweet trills
question my lateness.

I imagine climbing to you
to that topmost tip
of a thin branch

chatting as the sun rises
glows on the blossoms
tempts you to stay.

But my garden does not
offer water, and you need
to sip that with nectar.

Your final comment
follows the flap of your
sunrise wings, rosella

as a crow begins its
morning's GPS exercises
mapping a day's flight.

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