On Writing

Poem 164 – Believers


the maple tree tops are church after mass
starlings like kids squealing, their bodies frantic with movement
sparrow mothers planning lunch menus, and lazy hours after dishes
feather & fur believers basking in the bliss of communal connection
everything sings

squirrels scamper & scoot
bluejays pull the soft wind on their pointy tails
robins are robust in belly and bellow
leaves quake with the busyness of devotion

the sky is scripture

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