Friday, June 5, 2015

poem: passing

I wanted to write about a moment
I saw swallows flitting past,
how I saw them dart, and dash, and dive, 
and pass by in a flash;

about how they nibbled insects
while they were on the wing
and that their joyful dance on air
had almost make me sing;
about how their grace and beauty
was a wondrous, awe-full thing. 

I was going to write some words
to make that moment last; 
but I didn't have a pen to hand
and so the moment passed.

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