if one were to attach
paintbrushes to the tails of
swallows
the
mysteries of the
wind would become
visible to the judgemental ever
human eye in a glorious
mural of wingbeats
....strange
to have creatures of the air
air themselves
air itself
capture its essence in such
earthly pigment
[the birds could express their
instinctual flight by borrowing
the hand of man
and we would no longer be
blind to the wind that ruffles
our hair and their feathers if only
one were to attach paintbrushes
to the tails of swallows]
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metamorphosis
Poetrya collection of poetry written during quarantine, the tumultuous 2020 school year, and the entering into a post-covid world. randomly updated.
