Poem 3: A single bird

© Bruce Goodman 1 November 2014

3bird

A single bird
once more easy in the air than me
buffeted now in cruel clouds
slumped over the sea

Fly torn wild thing
Fling your tears
Thunder to the salted wind

For tears are spray
Wings are clouds ripped by the beauty of some lonely truth

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