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in kaleidoscopes
by Christina Butcher
i watch the birds collide
as they swoop
across my window in
small arcs
of marrow and
tissue-thin vertebrae
like tight-rope lovers
their backs bend
and they pitch their
bodies forward into
the air
warbling
from the back
of their throats
constricting
in respiration
again and again
a sinking sensation
in the pit of my stomach
tells me that this
must be the same as falling
must feel the same as flying
on days like this
when my body
plummets
03/23/2010 Posted on 03/24/2010
Copyright © 2024 Christina Butcher
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlotte Smith on 03/24/10 at 04:02 AM LOVE the flow of this. The descriptions are pretty flawless, too. It makes me feel the birds in the air...I really, really like this one. Well done! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/24/10 at 11:28 AM A very nice write Christina. We love our birds just outside our breakfast area and they seem to love the treats we give them. Your poem is a treat to the birds you know and reaches to ours. |
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