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
astray
shadows astride
a fine meshed line
cc: CC 2020
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