Like the Birds in the Air - April 11, 2022

feelings come and go

flying mysteries

with their shadows

hot and cold pockets

that shift our movements

bend the forks in our roads

happiness and sadness

that arrive in larger flocks

one as pink flamingos

choreographed in a landing

the other one black vultures

circling something that’s died

love enters our airspace

from beyond the farthest blue

always cloaked

its presence felt

by the dropped shiny gift

that thumps on the door

of a heart