The earth is motionless
And poised in space...
A great bird resting in
its flight
Between the alleys of
the stars.
It is the wind's hour
off....
The wind has nestled
down among the corn....
The two speak privately
together,
Awaiting the whirr of
wings.
Lola Ridge
(Picture: A rocky coastal landscape in the aegean,Ivan Aivazovsky)
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