Doves' coup in the quake of bubbling froth
From your lips blooms padma flower nests,
Fresh with speckled, eaglet promises that coo,
"No amount of twitchers prepared me for
This embrace, this joyous scrutiny,
You birder, you."
And hummingbird wings beat to the rhythm of infinity.
Tomorrow is your birday grackle, four and twenty,
My one and only, once upon a time...
Keep leaving my fletching tracks in the sand
A trail for you to follow the ocean
Only mocks Gretal's attempt to keep him near
Licking the sugar back in place.
And gingerbread was never as decadent as you inside the pie.
© Copyright 2014, Joanna Brown
From your lips blooms padma flower nests,
Fresh with speckled, eaglet promises that coo,
"No amount of twitchers prepared me for
This embrace, this joyous scrutiny,
You birder, you."
And hummingbird wings beat to the rhythm of infinity.
Tomorrow is your birday grackle, four and twenty,
My one and only, once upon a time...
Keep leaving my fletching tracks in the sand
A trail for you to follow the ocean
Only mocks Gretal's attempt to keep him near
Licking the sugar back in place.
And gingerbread was never as decadent as you inside the pie.
© Copyright 2014, Joanna Brown
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