set in stone

birds-bird-bath

Set in Stone

Birds of
happiness,
splashing in
the bird
bath of
our
concrete minds.

 

They wet
their feathers
& then
they’re off
again,
streaking thru
the summer sky.

 

The water
ripples with
their departure
then evaporates,
leaving
lime stains
on our
curved awareness.

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