Oh splendid bird – you wing across my shadows and flirt remembrances, within my light and actions.
Pieces of flight and characters who boast their stories, enhanced storytellers some, who squeeze more of life, when one was enough.
One life, one beat, one patterned cutout is for empty vessels – as I gorge and give life to explosive volumed, twined loose-fit and honey; I got some big-time sugars.
Splendid bird – with wing-wind flight – dart my paths silhouette, aping and crowing – bird take light and actions – winged victory.
Force of nature these stories of enhancement – all drift silent once set in dark.
2010 Barry Comer