The wind chimes on the balcony today, different sounds in all different directions- my thoughts chase after them.
Watching doves peck away, all day long at a full bowl of mixed seeds, out on the balcony of my condo- the cat curls up on the sofa, after a meager meal of house flies- and dreams of sparrows with wide soaring wings. Wind dancers dancing to the willow wind, leaves swaying right to left all day long. I'm depressed. Birds hanging on- bleaching feathers out into the sun.
Michael Lee Johnson is a poet,
and freelance writer, Itasca, Illinois and author of The Lost
American: From Exile to Freedom. He has also published two
chapbooks of poetry. He has been published in USA, Canada, New
Zealand, Australia, Scotland, Turkey, Fuji, Nigeria, Algeria,
Africa, India, United Kingdom, Republic of Sierra Leone, Nepal,
Thailand, Kuala Lumpur, and Malaysia. He is also publisher and
editor of four poetry, flash fiction sites.
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