High, winged, or feathered creatures

get close together.

Soaking up waves of pleasure,

they savor rainbowy nectar.

High, winged, or feathered creatures get close together. Soaking up waves of pleasure, they savor rainbowy nectar.

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The high of 420 (on the 20th of April)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: they’re its staple).

My poem and my painting both share the name High Winged…

The sentence after this one is about timing.

While this April 21 post may feel one day late,

I’d rather post it now than have to wait.