Birds
One thing about birds.
Not a one of them smiles.
Not ever.
Yet, give me wings
and I imagine my face ripping
off from the smiling alone.
Not to mention the wind itself
hollowing out my jowls
as I swoop and dive
defying what I know about gravity
in a macabre smile
thinking thoughts
no bird, anywhere, has
ever thunk.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --
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