|TFR Home Page||Contents||Prev. Page||Next Page||Comments|
By Jenn Blair
I gleaned from a field of sky,
then re-opened the envelope.
When this shard and my sentences
come to rest in your hands,
they might seem lifeless,
they once were attached to something
that might still be out there
flying in the dark
at this very moment--wings
beating furious and fast.
© Copyright 1997, 2020, The Fairfield Review Inc., All Rights Reserved.
Document last modified on: 12/03/2006