Poem being responded to:
AMONG THE NARCISSI
Spry, wry, and gray as these March sticks,
Percy bows, in his blue peajacket, among the narcissi.
He is recuperating from something on the lung.
Response:
Percy needed flight free,
I tried to nurse but he abandoned me,
Yet was he ever really caught?
My heart unworthy cage, all for naught,
I too am in free flight,
As apt to soar in day as night,
My nest awaits,
The fevered taste,
Time will weave sticks into something worthy,
I release all, from birth to sea to infinity
Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers 