Then There Are the Birds Who Love the Rain

Cover of Planet of the and dog....

I am one of these
Half in love with now
Open like a flower
A flower that walks
And though I want to ask
If you understand
I think this slow walk
Under rain soaked
Apple trees is enough
Just so, feathers wet
Green, cold,
In a dark perfect circle.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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