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In the guise of a bird, I am me
flying from flower to ocean to city,
my nest always there, but
loving the freedom of flight.
I am a bird amongst birds,
a tough old bird,
just one of the crowd,
but always me,
I touch God when I fly high,
make love in mid-air,
sleep with my head
on my naked breast,
singing, soaring scurrying to
pick up bread crumbs tossed
from a city window or eating
cranberries as they are harvested.
ME, I can do all these things
In the guise of a bird.
© Gilda Kreuter
published Atlantic Highlands Herald
18 December 2003
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