sacred birds

Tiny birds  live in my throat,   settle into  a cool  place and sleep until they are awakened by commotion.  Their wings  beat  against fiery walls. The Kafkaesque I drop from my mouth. They  bite  the air with bloody teeth and sharp  talons that  caress  like barber blades,   surrealistic beaks and talons pierce the heart.   What is sacred I swallow.

 

Fine Art America

a little haiku

 

below green water 

beneath  lotus blossoms

kissing gourami

 

along the riverbank

covered  in moss

old stone soldiers

needing to wring

they remain motionless

delicate as doves

 

summer  chameleons

among the  autumn leaves

changing seasons

 

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