Sometimes the birds
fly low enough
and we are quiet enough
that the tremor of wings
becomes our own hearts
beating wild inside
our breath.
July 31, 2011 by Rosemerry
Sometimes the birds
fly low enough
and we are quiet enough
that the tremor of wings
becomes our own hearts
beating wild inside
our breath.
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R. Thank you for this lovely wake up call.
I like the double “enough” that sets this one up, and that you did not say “Wildly” as grammar would have urged you to. You’ve caught a quick and powerful moment.