end of the day
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blowing smoky wisps
across the hillets
enraptured in their fleeting truth
that cycles in these each day of days
imagine scarlet in the bloom
how precious each as it unfurls
letting us see for fleeting seconds
the mystery that surrounds
and this caught burning on the breeze
for things both seen and unseen
mere testament to the treasure
that lays beneath perception
arriving to strike a nervous pose
and evaporating like guerrillas in the night
taking our heart a willing hostage
deep into the jungle of anonymous
BIRD
Poem Copyright
©2006 Frederick Douglass Perry, All Rights Reserved
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