Migration of the Bones
A starburst of birds
splashing the sky (like a Jackson Pollock lullaby).
Colorful words making love to the eye...
So many birds...
Where do their bones rest after they die?
Do they sink softly into the sand.
Sashay with sea glass.
Do they glide into the hands of the old when they sleep?
(those thick unbending hands of time).
So many birds
where do their bones rest after they die?
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2017
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