Poem by Walker Abel

Followed a bird four days through desert.
Do you know how it is to run like that?

We slept on steep ledges and started
each morning with song. When sunsets came
I knew the stars would nest us.

She molted with colors
of desert mountains, gestured
with sinews of pinyon pine.

Woke today beneath branches
that had rained themselves bare
as she flew. First light

sheened off silent stones.
By stripping time this spare, she hatches
the naked moment out of thinnest air.

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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