Monday, October 3, 2016

Rescued Valentine

When I looked up
I could see he was drowning
A fluttering light
On the newly-rained-on water
I went to him watching
His feet trying to reach the surface
So I offered him my thumb
To climb up on
Which he promptly did
And watched him stretch
And dry off in the sun
The drama of his wingspan
Before moving on
To more spiritual matters

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