River of Birds

A river of birds,
thousands schooling past…
Wings buffeting muffled.
The sound, as a stream, around the corner: up in the sky
The sound of a twisting living tornado.

It lifted me high
this wind running past.
Not as a flock of birds
but as life flowing.

It’s in our nature
to always be moving on.

Casey Kochmer August 2006

 

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