Epiphany

Small bird flits
wings slip
eye to eye
do I know
the song can
I sing her
is she free
seen by me
half a glimpse
shadow trance
light dance
mystery
of how
to
be

1 comment:

Paul Hanstedt said...

This might be your best poem yet. So many really really good bits--lines 2-6--the great enjambment from lines 6-5 and the possible double meanings that makes. Also really like the four last lines. The very last word is a wonderful surprise. Seriously, Eric, this is hot.

 
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