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Barbara Lund

 

river king

i wrap my hair up beyond my nape

hoping to mimic an elegant crane

exotic

delightful

mysterious

peeking into algae-bowls beyond

i suspect i look more absurd, like a fool struck owl

piercing eyes, lashing neck

 

what i cannot fathom is how your birdheart

 

chose mine

 

you share your catches with me, scales & all.

                         

                                         i relax

preen my feathers -

continue to emerald algae dig

whilst my frog brothers bellow their bass                   tune

for now, you are mine

 

my only ever

majestic

 

stoic under pressure

unruffled even in my temperament of chaos

 

you have not flown -

alas, i must keep going

i hunt for the robust silty treasures

hoping to share my bounty

 

it is enough you call, we’ve got enough

i spot a shimmer

 

dunk gracefully

navy crisp refreshment envelopes me

 

i am no longer aching with lack

 

because   —————

 

you love me.

 

your confidence contagious

 

your care overwhelms

                          my tenderbirdheart

 

swallowing whole my insecurities.

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