a bird out on the wire
motionless feathers
don't believe
are looking my way
a thinking man's bird
high above
coated with scent
of life
humans will not touch
bees may buzz near but
how far ahead of me
will they fly
is there a lesson to be learned
how much time has bird
when does its twisted neck bend
when does rain wash so deep
how far does wing stretch
bird words are every day
bird words
flying in the face of conformity
raising a glass to destiny
turning flowers into smiles
the language of the sky
creates much confusion
in eyes and ears
the liquid brain
dissolves into
high blue
dark grey blue
silver and orange
strangely related to me
there is no smell
writing notes to the rest
of humanity
don't touch me today
bird on the wire
is above it
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Oh I like this. I like "the language of the sky" and the final stanza. *
Thanks Tara and Kathy. This is language I understand.