Visit
Fluttering bird to the finger, not long to linger.
Provides for a moment in the smothering calm.
A reminder of wind and the kinship of them.
And the friendship within is the mothering balm.
Robot sits on the pier and washes his fear.
Away in the waters with the fish in the sea.
Can it be? You and me? And our grand jubilee.
Is quite easy to see when the water is clear.
As fishes makes wishes and that border absurd.
Robots' in stitches as he laughs with the bird.
He was programed for missions. His clock knows the tide.
This divide, we abide, side by side, for the ride.
