Here are an old poem and a new digital collage on similar themes.
MIGRATION
Love, when it leaves
is like a bird flown south
for the winter.
You know it is somewhere--
trembling with life
clinging to some luscious vine or sapling
while you are left with
vacant branches
in the songless skies.
Love, when it leaves
is like the fleeing monarch.
love congregates somewhere--
myriad beating wings in dense moist green
so distant
from your own arid heart.
May
. . .
1 comment:
May - this is shockingly lovely.
I first pondered it a few days ago - not paying attention in the first moments- not noticing the meaning of the text/numbers - then it flooded in ... very well done!!!!
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joy,
katey-D
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