Keeping You

They cover the ground

in fields and yards,

pecking beneath

fallen leaves. They take

flight and pepper the sky—

drawing themselves in

close abreast and then

expanding like the

bellows of an accordion.

 

Searching and having

discovered, they curve

and bend along an

unseen track of sky—

listening to

or

speaking of

some forgotten truth.

 

I watch them in the

sky from my porch,

wanting my thoughts

of you

to be talloned

and

carried away to

their distant places—

their tiny wings

covering you,

shielding you,

and

keeping you

warm.

 

But.

Like all these

little black birds,

my thoughts

of you

would surely find

their way back to me

on wind and breath—

curving and bending

and speaking of

some forgotten truth.

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