Power Lines

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Birds talk language loudly this AM
in left- and right-winged flight
from branch to branch to branch,
lawn to lawn, power line to power line,
then back to nature’s haven, tree to tree.

Echoing banter trails in skies
much like humans bickering over definitions
of things like diversity and untied.
Oops, I actually mean united. Yes, united.
Oh, what states folks are in these days.

If we could just adjust our wings,
where, oh where would we fly?

 

2 comments

  1. ” bickering over definitions
    of things like diversity and untied.
    Oops, I actually mean united.”

    : ) Your pen has a mind of its own. That Freudian slip
    is so timely!

    Jan,

    This is an insightful poem that keeps it light while addressing
    a pressing thing. Well done! and those ending lines:

    “If we could just adjust our wings,
    where, oh where would we fly?”

    The best of the best!

    Sarah

    Liked by 1 person

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