Another talk with Faye
the birds here today
they sound
so happy flying spiral ribbons
around my big grey gum
this interlacing
speech it takes me
back to you and me
catching up
on daylight
on the chat
my feet these leather slippers say inside
so everytime I’m on
the porch I have to change
and slide the
decorated rubbers on mud-stomping
today there is no
mud but I do it hoping
to make a habit it is all about the habit
so they say they the they I hope one day
that I will be the
they
and you with me will
sit
deciding what to name
the birds
the songs the ways
delineate
what is done that is called right
and failure named the wrong
the birds today
they sound
naming the birds again
ReplyDeletethey should be naming us! Maybe they will tomorrow....
ReplyDeleteI do love this poem, Kerri. Sad, to a degree - but great, to one more. Thank you.
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