Sand birds nestle.
as I swim to them
and rest on the ship-wrecked trees;
parting the few yellow flowers
Climbing up the steep cliffs.
In this moment,
I am content to
nestle into this
flutter above the
river's edge.
© 11-Apr-2008 Sonja J. Phinney
Friday, June 12, 2009
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