Saturday, February 6, 2016

Kate McNamara, edited by Robert Verdon, #40, Untitled Hen

Sometimes I wish
I was an old grey hen
laying the last eggs
of memory and time
in the broken chookhouse.
Watching as light
edges into dawn
and trees take
back their
earthly form.
In the silence
of that silver
world.

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