Tagged: wings

we take turns playing

we take turns playing
the piano for the deer
napping in the yard,

the hummingbirds sword dance out
of rhythm, flashing their wings
.
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after all this time,

after all this time,
and icarus, we still long
for wings – as if we

could ever learn from someone
else’s mistakes, resist bruising
.
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the housefly that spent

the housefly that spent
a day with us indoors felt
faint, dragging its wings

until daddy felt sorry,
captured it to let it out
.
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knee-high by the fourth

knee-high by the fourth
of july – we are driving
through cornfields, and your

grandpa’s farm wisdom pops out
from nowhere, wings aflutter
.
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the calm before the

the calm before the
storm is a mythological
creature, stretching its

wings wide enough so that we
are entangled in its plumes
.
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if we had wings, we

if we had wings, we
would still make some excuse one
way or another –

let us be more like new growth,
come hell or high water
.
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because dad had our

(for dad)

because dad had our
backs, we were free to explore,
become strong, grow wings
.
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maybe with wings, we

a fluttering of

a fluttering of
petals and wings
two pairs of gold-
finches in mom’s
zinnias this
afternoon
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: fluttering

after a summer

after a summer
storm, the birds in the backyard
fan out, feathers spread,

wings held out for a well-timed
sunbath, no towels needed
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: sunbath