The Last Morning

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

No Bird

and from some corner
of the sky
he flew, fat
heavy on his wings
like a black cannon
head grinning pink

and I stumble:
canard, canard
lies and canaries
fooled a whole
pack of eyes

and I sip that heat
like a wine
enjoy it dizzy
like a golden sunrise
mesmerized by the shimmer

Posted by Aurisor at 12:56 AM

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