Bird Call
An exploration of the possibility for change.
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
Wings
On the wings of a plane there are
footprints, an opaque hue; a mirage.
On the wings of a plane there is oxygen, still breathing.
There is time, still beating. Caught between places.
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