birds | qazse

my thoughts
come and go like birds
to a feeder

infusion or mutation

shadows emerge
we take flight

we take flight

we forever
take flight

from one moment
to the next

we take flight

until –

we are willing
to die

to stand
our ground

not waver
nor blink

stand our ground

and be swatted.

early raindrops fall
then many over many
birds nestle in

	Kaniela Ing on …
	qazse on diamonds within
	qazse on diamonds within
	Mike (fencer) on diamonds within
	Polar on dad wore hats