The yearning can so deeply call out I don’t think I can plumb its depths. My kneeling eyes rest upon the sky where buzzards upon the thermals Are painting the sky. The wind made visible in their artistry. The day’s folding into…..
I think these two images shall be with me for a while. The first an image of my mind and heart in chaos. To see the swarming birds I have to wonder how they do not collide like pinballs. The sound, mirroring the visual,…..
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