flight
the weight
of the words
rolled around
in my mouth
tasted syntax
taking flight
fluttering phrases
speckled speech
painted ladies
and linnets
alighting
as kisses
a flock of words
landing and meant
as liberations
sent as doves
received as hawks
ah but language
is a cage
is it not?
birds sing
through bars
we each
have a sentence
Photo by Lynette Thomas
HC: 2020
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