Saturday, November 7, 2015

Bird, River

Swallow silouetted dancing on air

Bird, River

She changes.
When I touch her
with my wing,
she is long, blue and majestic.
She snakes through valleys and
I follow along.
I like to dip my feet
into her cool waters
as I catch fish.
I never let her out of my sight.
She is my mother.
She gives me everything I have.
When I fly towards the sun,
she becomes a memory,
a distant blur.
As I spiral downward,
all I can see in her
is my own reflection.

2015 November PAD Challenge, Day 5

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