papered wall

the sky
a bird of color
taken to the room
i feel the wing
the wind, the turn
falling as
i stand
hue in wall
light refined
a chair that now
takes flight
to this day
i will take the sun
reflecting
life and ink

a bird its own
i a cup half full find
renewal
as there you silent sit
a pleasant thought
on plate of morning
buttered
without sweet

is it
because we love
because we choose it
happenstance
then not taste of it at all
that records
morning
suns swelling warmth
upon a papered wall

and is
it that we
have been broken
both willing
and right
that passion takes
mark to
heart of a summers room
fragrant as the lilac's breath
now dying to the sky
that we ask all "please take leave, all
but bird
that does not fly"


bkmackenzie
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