Monday, December 14, 2009

Blackbird

Blackbird

Red wing blackbirds cover the marsh.

Aaron's guitar on the black stand.

Blackbirds rise and fly as one giant cape-- flitttting wings.

The guitar is silent--dusty.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night.

All your life you were only waiting for this moment to be free.

I know why you chose the blackbird and not the powerful hawk or eagle.

Peace.

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