Dos Pájaros

for all the two-spirited birds of Pulse
 
The songbird sings
and pulls on the cords inside you.
 
We are it, doubled,
perched in the Evergreen.
 
Inside our song:
           
the fish swims with currents
it can barely breathe in
 
the wind blows with directions
that rival the river
 
the mountains move miniscule,
shifting the world in ways it isn’t meant to.
 
 
Two-spirits.  Two-ways to move.
Two-ways to pulse, throb, drop. 
Two-ways to break. 
Two-ways to transcend.
 
We are the flight and the wings
on jet streams
that carry change.
 
We are that chirping osprey,
The one that drops the seeds of
evolution like bombs filled with love
the world can’t fathom,
 
the one they talk about,
 
that tears
you
apart.



        
    
		

			

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