| The wind at 30,000 feet Still, but for the vortex of the hummingbird. The grid of war begins to evaporate. Just because the sun has begun to warm the air. The scaffold begins to move like steel beams to the construction site to build another throne, eiffel tower or war memorial on the back of god in another galaxy. The single note of a goldfinch shimmers in the morning light And the cage is open. © Rick Forman |