Above the deep river
on the slenderest branch—
a nest.
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A fine image for love, and the “deep” river adds to it ever so nicely.
a house of sticks…
It’ll be okay.
Nesting sounds wondrous to me, about now.
Thanks Ed, thank you
Nesting birds, how do they do it, they cannot look at one another and say, “I love you.” Or do they? What happended to my wings?