Teague Trek

Living life outside the lines

Words are Birds by Julie Teague

A writer reaches for words just as a child grabs at birds

Perfect on the beach. Right there!  Within reach. Then,  fluttering. Gone.  Flown.

I almost had one! And she runs. The chase just begun.

She kicks and cartwheels. Jumps and turns.

Grasping.  Greedy.  Laughing.  Needing.  Crazy.  Alone.

Sinking

sun settling low -it is when the night comes and the day goes.

She kicks and cartwheels.  Jumps and turns.

But when the child quiets. The birds return.

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