Wings Flying Sails
Yuba has wings
stone constellations
ripples that move
toward language
Starlings flying
rock to rock
keep their eyes
on the river
Against dawn
half-hidden
small clouds behind fir
A King Heron
resounds like bagpipes
then fills the air
with feathery sails
Sun
a morning bubble
lifted by a breezy hand
I lift a coffee
to my lips
a trout leaps
for a moth
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Ode to the North Yuba River
©dah / dahlusion 2015
all rights reserved
"Wings Flying Sails" was first published
in 'The Galway Review' Ireland
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