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Yellow Wings
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2021 Light reflecting up through leaves
Reflected up from still water
Carried up
Through the wings of the tree
Fluttering
Flapping.
Rooted in its decaying bed
its leaves floating off
In the aviary light,
The tree
Catching the yellow winged light
On its yellowing fingers
colored like painted nails
In orange and lime green,
Waves
bye bye
to its freed feathers.
I Mix Metaphors
Postpoets do it often. I'm a follower. It works here.
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Lady A
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Thank you
This is a first draft. I will work on it I am sure. Thanks for your support!
Deb