Saturday, September 28, 2013

The Late One



A dead bird dropped by my window sill
To see if I perhaps remembered still,
How she’d swoop, slicing through the wicked air,
Burning, in ecstasy, her worm to snare....
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  1. Lucian AlexanderApril 9, 2014 at 11:40 PM

    Three dead little birds lay on my window
    And they told me that i should be worried
    Everything that's right goes wrong.
    The merely obsolete becomes antique.
    Do they have stores for older people?

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