you buzz and chirp
zooming on urgent errands
about the yard

You can stop on a dime
to hang in the air
like an unfinished thought

Then zip away, an arrow
flown from yeoman’s bow
your wings so blurred
I wonder if I imagined them

Do you use magic
not feathers
for flight?

One September dawn your bright gaze
will set upon a point unseen
memory of a home
you may have never known

In less time than it takes
to blow a kiss
you’ll be gone
parting the air before you
like a curtain to promise

no heavier than a cracker
fueled by nectar and gnats
power yourself to the nation’s edge
and take your leap of faith:
non-stop flight across the Gulf
God willing
and the winds don’t turn against you

Unlikely as it seems
impossibly ordained
we’ll meet again in April
by the back porch door.

Written by Administrator in: Poetry,The Highlands Voice |

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