[Kay Syrah]

Red winged blackbird sings
in the patch it finds;
rules spring
from its reeded throne
and thinks it's king
of all it salutes.
So we, perch
on the ambience
of what is and could be
stigmataed, with the living
scarlet of our arrogance
on our wings and display
explainations of a sort that
suffice for the text of
the either/or of
casual questions
regarding the definition
of what is the reason for
any singing

[Radix]

J'ai oublie`tous mes lecons du belle Langue!

Life is funny, in a way. Sad, but funny.

[Soaring Feather]

Whirling in moonlight
we held hands
my feelings stunned
by your charm
my entranced nights
moving in a haze
and once you loved me

bentfeather
a/k/a LMH
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