bird of heaven

you can fly with the birds
they flock to your
red
hair
your arms outstretched
not flapping
but ready somehow
transformation
taking place
your prayer is lost on a dream

your

body that stands naked in the falling air

your

feet on solid ground
stretching out and reaching for the
birds that fly around
and call you

take flight

feel the air in your red hair
muscles you never
use
skin that pimples pores
and starts the
process

producing feathers
turning arms-to-wings
leaving
air, ground no
more

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About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called crazyirishman.wordpress.com, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on https://www.facebook.com/crazyirishmanpoetry where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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