His Name Is Bird


I see the earth carrying

A weightless creature,

His name is (bird).

 

(Bird) enjoys perching

On extinct Aztec heads,

Where the eye’s break blood

And the lips stay still.

 

(Bird) was born with a compass

In his genes─

Where should I go? He says.

 

(Bird) decides to fly south,

Where the Americas

Are unknown,

And his shadow is pierced

On the oceans blue skirt

As he sails.

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  19 months ago
Thank you Leopold and Heather. Your words encourage me to keep writing. :)
  19 months ago
Nice. Serene, simple and elegant.
  19 months ago
loved this

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