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The sky is a bird

Posted to Poetry

The sky is a bird
white and blue
gliding through
never to descend

From the corner of its eye
a new reality springs out
and it falls down
like a tear from heaven
to wash up the land

The clock of the moon
and its tides
goes on
with its usual tic-toc
and it runs
and it smiles
hiding behind
the shores and horizons
of your body
lying here
beside me
so full of love

va apr 8 2002