Friday, January 27, 2006


Do you remember
the time we were shooting birds
and you said
each bird flew off
shaken by how
we remind it
of its freedom.

You are always saying
such things.

We can never be more alive,
never be more adept
at calling each other
by the names
we answer to.

How that is sometimes


Tara said...

Hi Jill

Lovely and haunting as always.


Rae Pater said...

hi Jill. It's always a pleasure to read your words. Your voice is so clear and uncluttered.

Jill said...

thanks tara and rae.

Lorna Dee Cervantes said...

Really nice poem! Yes to both comments. Fine.

Jill said...

thanks, lorna. i appreciate yuor comments.