But not this one,
its pale under wings
flapping and gliding, soaring
on the updraft,
the rise of it, oh,
the surprise of its shape.
How easily the world
rewards our attention,
how easily I
lose track.
But not this one,
its pale under wings
flapping and gliding, soaring
on the updraft,
the rise of it, oh,
the surprise of its shape.
How easily the world
rewards our attention,
how easily I
lose track.