Called Your Name
Early morning walking
head a drift of memories
a robin at my feet
took to the air
another came
In flight they kissed
suspended for a moment
beak to beak
their hearts as one
wings beat so fast
They became a blur
what took seconds
seemed eternal
They alighted on a branch
staring at and through me
I called your name
their beaks as lips
touched again
They held me
in their spell
as you
I felt you close
so near I blinked
they disappeared
I blinked again
and saw you
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Beautiful!
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Thank you.
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Oh my! ❤️✨
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Thank you.
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So sweet! Robins are beautiful birds.
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Such a romantic poem —- beautiful.
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Thank you Pam … I must be mellowing with age!
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