Little touches

A little high,

Just one inch above the ground

Where the sky is too low

my rain-walked shoes

Have smudged the new rainbow.

 

A twitching eye,

Catches a bird

Cages it, and frees it.

 

Flying windows glimpse the shimmer

The setting sun behind the mountains

Before burning the forests

For one last time.

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