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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
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