Wednesday 10 July 2013

Birdsong

For what have I come
3 score and ten
I never wanted for pronouns
To describe my existence
But on this day after words
The Departed  float on the upright corner of the room
Smilingly softly
At  my  dreaming  nights
My questioning  days
And the strange pressure in my chest
That  hides the answer  

2013



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