Thursday, May 31, 2012

The saddest thing

is a widower with sunblock

and a roof-top pool   unable
to reach that place 

where his wings would be
had his parents been crows  

but had his parents and he
all been crows and feathered

he wouldn't need the sunblock
fingers   the arms to reach there    

but if by some instinct he as a crow 
found himself beside the same 

pool with its smoky city views
and a roof-top widower 

was there   he as a crow would think 
nothing  of him   nothing but how 

the light burns off his glasses 

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