Where Bluebirds Brood



Such happiness had I with you that
bluebirds brood and vie
to rest where once you whispered–
to nest among the shape where, a moment stayed your cheek–
to sing the air where scent of your hair fades–
and bathe in light that falls
where you cannot sleep. 

– Teresa Kiplinger

 

Photo: Mink Mingle



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