the lone black bird

blue feathers

stark relief

in bare tree

opening up wintered land

space revealed by absence 

tasting isolation in the air

a low caw 

cars far off adding their journey

soon the bird will lift

bright against colorless sky

where he lands 


as if aware of thin curtain

softly slung between 

one moment and another

life time

absent by shift of wind

blowing with the redeemed hands of far away

lending their secrets in ebbing diminishment

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