A bird banks against the wind
Of an oncoming storm
The tops of its wings so white against
Charcoal clouds
That my camera finds no data there
A blank spot in the storm
A soaring hole thru the darkness
To let the light back in
July 1, 2012
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So pleased to see your poetry… Even more pleased to like it.
Thanks brother! Where are you? And when are you visiting me in Uganda?