Little Bird

Always rushing,
so afraid.

Come here, little bird
with the fluttering heart

to the nest with the cove
so smooth and close

in the feathery wind
with the moon below.

Your belly will be full again,
your children warm–

and how shall you greet them
on dawns like the one

in the seed of the star
that tonight will bloom?

 

 

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