avian habit
worn in windows
for picture time blindness
glass keeps moist
reflections
hitting ground thuds
startle seeds
inevitably
peering out
wonderstunned
smashing
over and over
small hands bury me in a shoe box in the yard
framed fantasy smudge remains
blessed by the Nazarene
4 comments:
Wonderstunned and bless by the Nazarene.
Wicked.
This is very good Cara.
And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window,
so we eulogized fondly,
we dug deep and threw its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole,
and rushed out to kill something new,
so we could bury that too.
(lyrics to "sounds familiar" by the weakerthans- john k. samson)
It just keeps getting cooler!
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