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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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