March 6th, 2008
Birds leave shadows
on the grass
where a blanket is drawn
Close by, clouds skitter
Blacking out
The wings
It’s like this
On the ground
Where light and dark intermix
A speckled mosaic
Of wondering and cursing
Not sure what it should be
What should it be
A shadow, a bird
And must both fly away?
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On March 7th, 2008, Melissa said:
Nice…
On June 11th, 2010, San Diego Momma » Blog Archive » Ten Things said:
[...] Poems especially. The rawness and the sensibility and the unbounded emotion. The images. The detail, the non-detail, the enigma, the obtuse, the possibility of interpretation. Or not. Just let the stanzas wash over you. I like that too. [...]
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