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John Charley

 let's not say it

a bird highest solely fly,

highest high away

beautified wings than most in mind

most as everything, outreach,

than all it thinks to limit. skywards,

envision sky, note above clouds.

bird as tiny becomes, it looks down again

in all of it's mightiest swing,and

no matter how, long it's takes, it twist it turns

turns, slows acceleration;

then return turns, to where it knows,

-down ground like falling mother!

far from warming, of dreams and feathers.

time walking, slowly to a place of quench

parched, peached feathers plucked,

dishevelled shapes, spirit in margins.

who weathers the weather

who returns to remember;

there's always a way and time

-visible, invisible going is back at times;,

bathing back into its dirt,

screams happy, as turns turn that song,

until something denies to give

of how busy life thinks to reap

as it silently figures out to betray, life into

what man configures, of that only way back,

but rest assures dream on the fires-wing,

to pick-up lost, and all of the marital nestling.

©️ john charley


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