Thursday, September 5, 2013

Magpie: Greening


The empty spaces
Wear a green
Mist as thin as a
Hummingbird’s wings.
I stoop in verdant garb
Shaped for bones
Far more elegant
Than mine,
Placing pieces
Of greening shapes
Still, poetry doesn’t
Make substance
Of devotion
Without a flaw
In the dance.

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