Deep blue dart
Light
and dark, and the skies
burst
with something of
the
other, sedentary and bright
in
pausing. A pelage
of
created words. A hollow.
A swallow
seeks out its nest,
flight
straight and true
like a
deep blue dart.
We take
heart that it will stop,
this vacancy
inside.
I hear the
dripping rain fall
somewhere.
Not here today,
but out
there. Some place
apart in
this distancing.
And it might
turn.
Copyright
Vickie Johnstone, September 7/16, 2020
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