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a preening bird

by Philip F De Pinto




we who yearn
most mist our tern

the heart's puddle
pockmarked with rain

a preening white bird
was the last I heard

or saw of you perched
on a metallic rail


the loon set sail

a gust of love was all it took
I scoured and searched

lingering in vain
a lasting look

before you set off subtle
above the not so lazy river

of no return

we who break love's spell
must pay for it

or deliver
ourselves to barter in hell

how then shall I mend it
if you don't mend that tone

of voice with me
over the phone?

the winds are prone to be alone
lesser of the more are free

from we who yearn
most mist our tern

the heart's puddle
pockmarked with rain

the loon set sail

a gust of otherwordly love
was all it took

I scoured and searched
lingering in vain

a lasting look
before you set off subtle

above the not so lazy river
of no return


01/16/2013

Posted on 01/17/2013
Copyright © 2021 Philip F De Pinto

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