The
Present
is
coming
for
two
small
birds
in
search
of each
other
One
has
inched
closer
Like
a tide
breaking
open
the sand
of the
other's
waiting
heart
But
what if
another
bird
comes
along
like
a piece
of
drift
wood
And
crashes
into
the
emotional
wave
of this
Poem?
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