The Birds Trills



just before
I breathed in I was
breathing out

I run to this
place to be with you
you seem aloof

to life or to give
anything out afraid
even to receive

I play with the birds
trills as people rush
home from work



2014-02-06 17.00.53


This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02 



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