She smiles
The birds matching
The arch
Of her lips
With their wings
And I’m lifted
If only for a little while
Until the birds squawk
Louder than her words
Which say something something
About something something else,
Though I’m sure the sentences
Vibrate into the sky
Tickling the webbed feet above
Like feathers on flesh.
*
Look at all the birds she says.
They are so colourful.
They are everywhere.
It’s so beautiful.
But all I can see are the imprints
of paws
*
The snow falls
In order to make
The skies filled
For the birds
Have gone
Elsewhere.
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