The Birds Trills

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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

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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02 

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10 responses »

  1. Good morning. I found your wonderful poem intriguing. As I read on, I could relate to being afraid to receive. Gifts are wonderful but sometimes they are binding. It depends on how they are given. Cheers, and thanks for the thoughts.

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