Five birds of destiny
flew the path to water
that we were below.
Four birds of harvest
picked the sky from vines
we had left over.
Two birds of lovers
left their work till morning
in clay-sculpted holes.
Horses of unbroken spirit
walk in formal circles of their own.
June 17, 2009
Horses of unbroken spirit
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