Monday, February 16, 2009


ABOVE THE EAVES

Slight acrobat, it
Darts, veers, and pirouettes
On the edge of sight,
Teeters for a split-
Second on the tip
Of a wing and dis-
Appears—
                      Not play, not display,
But insight—skill
Intent on survival,
That makes us feel
The top of the sky
Is far away. 




2 comments:

  1. It also makes us feel magical.

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  2. Which makes us want to keep reaching out. Nice Poem!

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