Second Movement

In love the

                        Leaping

Flowers spring

                        About

Our

Feet                and

                        We

Pull

Them

Into

Us.

 

The trees that

                        The

Slow wind

                        Bends

And

Bends             again

                        We

Pull

Into

Us

 

And

 

Cusped in cupped

                        Hands,

Is the sound

                        Still

Air

Moving          wings

                        And

Creating

Nests

In

Us.

 

It

 

Couples against our

                        Mouths

And lips this

                        Wind

That

Is                     unfolding

                        And

Folding

Birds

In

Us

 

And

 

We pull the

                        Flowers

Into

Us

 

And

 

We pull the

                        Trees

Into

Us

 

And

 

We pull the

                        Birds

Into

Our

Mouths

 

And

Kiss.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                       

 

2008
10/22
CATEGORY
poetry
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Toby E. Baldwin (Author)

I have been writing for a number of years. Until recently I have only managed poetry, but as of late I’m leaning toward short fictions and drama. Most recently I have had poetry and plays published in Ygdrasil: A Journal of the Poetic Arts and Visions: A Journal of the Arts. I am also interested in visual art in many forms.

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