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The Flight Of A Bird
by Deborah Russell
between times, fragmentations
coagulating thoughts form silence
unconcealed, though not even whispered
coherence understood in the lift of a brow
the blink of an eye or a gentle nod
poetic movements; dreams without sound
that remain quietly inside my lids
to slip from finger to pen and to paper
the way night gives to day without reluctance
in a divine nature a poem begins
it is the sudden arrival to the unsuspecting eye
the flight of a bird, the movement of a cloud,
a shift of wind and perfume of sea
the flash of color against leafy green
a symmetrical curve, a complex design
the weeping of loved ones
and laughter of children
all defined in simple lines, words
expressions, impressions; realities of exchange
to what purpose some may wonder as I do;
and yet there is the purpose; there is destiny and fate
a dominion and realm where the spirit is free
to soar; discovering the unknown
and the simple life of man
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