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
enough.
4 comments:
Hi Jill
Lovely and haunting as always.
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thanks tara and rae.
Really nice poem! Yes to both comments. Fine.
thanks, lorna. i appreciate yuor comments.
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