smart enough to be still
a bird in the hand
worth more than the salt
you cook the damn thing with
playing dead a virtue known
to every thing with beating heart
the phht the moment of the off
release how bright all colour
sweet the air for that one
second
now do not thunk
into a tree
we don’t have
one more bird
gone spare
life's a flash
ReplyDeleteand then yr ash
ReplyDeleteAh. An important poem.
How, for me, it changes POV midpoint.
Do you feel it's unfinished?
I love it like this.
:)
I don't know if it's unfinished or not but I like the way there seem to be a few different threads/poems caught up in one. Another medley lol?!
Deleteone spare bird
ReplyDeletewent over the top