Gestalt

Alex Whelan

Abstract


Gestalt

I looked out thru my window at the bird in the tree

And as I looked at him, he looked at me

Then we both made off our separate ways

With no farewells or comeback days

And I wondered at this separation, why?

For in that moment gestalt, the bird, the tree, and I.

 

Alex Whelan


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poetry

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