Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Signal

Like a crack from a Mexican whip,
winter crosses the stubbled  field —
A flock of birds makes a sharp turn.
If only I could fly...

4 comments:

  1. Like the Mexican whip parallel with the wind. How many of us would follow Icarus if we could?

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  2. i like the brevity of this, lorna. it must be brief like the whip.

    oh, how i know those birds:)

    all the best in turning in new directions.

    xo
    erin

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  3. such precision in this stone...well done!

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  4. every line felt..especially the last

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