.again.
make room for the dust to dance
in the orange glow
and trodding they sat
along a frozen river bank
and spoke in a wild frenzy
chirping and smiling
close to dismay
i join from the windowsill
and wish i was one
much like the bluebirds on the river
to enjoy the company
from morning to night
of my own kind
and to awaken effortlessly
at the crack of dawn
never to care or feel
too thick
again.