modelling myself
on your one-legg'd elegance
I put on my socks
Geese standing on one leg to keep their toes warm this morning were so nonchalant. They guide me through my clumsy old age.
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BIRDSONG
PoetryShort poems and a wandering mind. Life and love in the twinkle of a bird's eye. "Evening light fits the cove rock, a mouthful of gold. Cormorant bathes in amber, deeply still..." #29 non-fiction, #38 poetry. #5 haiku! These are in lots of differ...
