#452896 added September 5, 2006 at 3:57pm Restrictions: None
Lone Bird's Song
His song ebbing among the trees,
Lone bird caught in the crosswind,
A lump of feathers on the lawn.
Sigh to silence, my face drawn,
Propped on soft pillows, I rescind
A moan of pain, protest to disease.
My spaces inside I invert
To scattered bones of discontent,
Clouds huddling on distant peaks,
Tears, fever, fury on my cheeks,
Praying is over for time spent.
A shame to be buried in dirt!
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