Longer Poetry

Swallow

by Earl Livings It can’t be all hunting on the wing, those sudden swerves, open beak scooping insects. There’s beat glide beat glide beat rise and dip into swoop barrel roll low fast skimming above quivering green above rain pools…

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Clouds

by Nicoletta Glod Blues clouds are passing slow Eyes black frames Doors of spells Soul moving shapes Pigtails of hope Rained on the down path The sky castle Lift soul stones Twisted twigs and rain Can’t stop The tempest flight…

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