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water wedged

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i was thinking of a way to fly
with fine feathered wings

so clear the blue sky out there
where the wild wind nuzzles

untroubled and racing
a deluge of dreams deliver

sweet and kind, life jacket weary
life turned over baking the other side

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one single impression: nest, magpie tales no 145 photo: red chair, sunday scribblings: flood

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6 thoughts on “water wedged

  1. I think lots of fine feathers would make for better flight..better dreams..than big scruffy feathers..rich and sleepy..but also delightfully alive..Jae

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