-------Swallow-------
It is easy to blame
Easier yet
to fall behind
That stagnant kind of hope
The kind that wishes,
complicitly still
Just waiting for things to change.
The swallows nest
does not build itself
But the swallow
Who with grass
and hallowed mud
Makes believe their home
Form taken
through imagination
The world of which we dream.
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