the bird pin-wheeling outside my window
is a brown furry heart;
beating, fluttering, calling, flying,
loving the world.
it’s my heart
digging up and out;
taking flight from my body,
frolicking free.
in the open green, on a wide wet wing,
like a mayfly with just one day;
escaping the jar to play out its
one act.
a single red balloon
taking its one round breath
and disappearing up into
the ether.
Art: Red Balloon, by Paul Klee, 1922
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