Twigs and quills


Somehow…

between

the fluff of ink 

and 

it’s frothing arrow

i find

my own hand

where

fragrant clouds listen 

to poplar’s lisping  prayers,

as they wrap

little bits of love 

around 

glistening twigs 

i watch new poems

hatch

out of speckled eggs

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