Title: the sleeping world glitters
Well, this poem got kicked out of my thesis in the final run-through. Again, it didn't thematically fit. Boo.
I wasn't thinking about the poem this line came from when I put this piece together. In fact, when I went to post this blog, I had to do a search through all my poems because I couldn't even remember which poem it went to. I had forgotten that the poem had to do with birds. Specifically, a small moment when I looked out my window at work and saw a flock of pigeons flying away. It was winter, it was cold. But those birds took little pieces of the sun in their wings and dazzled me.
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the ones that stay
this flock they
flutter the December daylight
wings across a low-lying sun
thousands of them
flutter and flicker
the sleeping world glitters
I blink
and they are gone
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