Birds on a Wire

My ideas, again, flown

Like birds on a wire.

They sit for a moment

Usually until I disturb them with a look

And then, alas…they alight

One great cloud of inseparable beauty

That I can never touch or examine

But only relish that I was there for the alighting

And disappearance.

And that I am a sanctuary, like you, where birds come

to rest and be examined and exclaimed upon.

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