Sun-blessed caravans,
metal cases, laughter lines.
A white picket fence.
Flexing wing muscles,
coos on the downdraft, flapping
a heavy landing.
A handful of songs,
cacophony of perfect
pitch. A breakfast call.
Notes in diaries
while you are forgetting dates
to relive later.
Actions without thought,
behaviour beyond our own.
Understanding sails.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, February 28, 2021
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