We Are Tree

March 6, 2016 at 1:48 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

bird
singing angel
in the blue bush
of the sky
when we stand
at windows
in the cool air
of the morning
the buildings race
like a symphony
till the eye can see
the mind register
this beautiful expanse
this silent music of the senses
charmed
begin to soar
in the darkness
that is clearing.

– Dominic Alapat

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