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Barbara Lund

 

river king

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i wrap my hair up beyond my nape

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hoping to mimic an elegant crane

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exotic

delightful

mysterious

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peeking into algae-bowls beyond

i suspect i look more absurd, like a fool struck owl

piercing eyes, lashing neck

 

what i cannot fathom is how your birdheart

 

chose mine

 

you share your catches with me, scales & all.

                         

                                         i relax

preen my feathers -

continue to emerald algae dig

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whilst my frog brothers bellow their bass                   tune

for now, you are mine

 

my only ever

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majestic

 

stoic under pressure

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unruffled even in my temperament of chaos

 

you have not flown -

alas, i must keep going

i hunt for the robust silty treasures

hoping to share my bounty

 

it is enough you call, we’ve got enough

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i spot a shimmer

 

dunk gracefully

navy crisp refreshment envelopes me

 

i am no longer aching with lack

 

because   —————

 

you love me.

 

your confidence contagious

 

your care overwhelms

                          my tenderbirdheart

 

swallowing whole my insecurities.

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