Sunday, May 17, 2009

undoing

when a tree breaks
the consequences
are frightening.

i never even
know
when it has happened

except for when
the pigeons
send their signals.

their mating calls
are starting to feel like
an age old curse;

a spell that can only
be broken
by the manic flapping

of wings. history
repeating and
undoing;

birds
keeping their
secrets.

1 comments:

  1. everytime i read this it means something else
    i like this poem alot because of this x
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