Wednesday, February 23, 2011

A Wing and a Prayer

Perched on
the bare frame of
my neighbors boathouse awning,
...used to be
before the storm,
...they sing.
I listen.
These, my companions
while I wait
to capture dots of life.
They start
on a wing
and a prayer.
I have
ground to cover
before I fly.

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