It may be the last step,
the bud of you forgetting
to open.
Will you
suggest it by your
form, enduring
this our dark.
Creature
what are you bringing?
as much bird as light
but show me kneeling
how it weeps
the bell of you
over us.
Not Yet Trained
In walking.
Love the line “as much bird as light” Great work!
Bartholomew, thank you so much. I have Klee’s angels flying around in my head this week.
❤️