Secrets

INTERIM

  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.

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