the shadows of stamped-brass
replicas of birds shone dazzlingly
on the mesh of porch screen
it's morning some Tuesday in time
with such fine Monday preceding
today when cold air-sun is the order
of the day: today I expel newfound rhythm
less random inhalation now I exhale, 
find the time 

not all can be neither

my memories remain 
a weathered knot I tie loosely about 
my heathered heart, my ear alert to any call
to come love 

the best is yet to come, Love

my eyes peeled
nay, pealed - really ringing!
whenever I see

to say all 
that soft lips would otherwise
touch upon lightly 
about gentle flutter
golden gutter-birds 
at play 

shadows astride
a fine meshed line

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