a bird flew

through my fingers
out the door and into the crystal clear sky
it rose to the top of the next wave
and followed the ocean of currents
concealed within the wind

from there it flapped it's wings
from feather to feather
(very unnatural for a bird of its kind)
then opened a door in the blue
and disappeared from my eyes

it was followed by another & another
throughout the day
one emerged as I was hanging out my clothes to dry
another after a long nap
and a third when it started to rain
very curious, if you ask me

each time the same exact story
wings tickling my fingers
a peck of gratitude on each pink tip
and on to the unforeseen waves

that crash into us all the time
with no warning
no explanation
yet, we feel them
waves

unless of course our birds do

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