Hey.
What is this thing over my head?
What alerted me to this wing span...
and why do I long to fly with you?
Blue heron, you do not sink
you amaze my very eyes
I, rise to reach you.
And here you are, me too.
and some cursed ghost makes three.
Well...I liked the hair on your arms.
You liked my dark eyes.
At some invincible point.
all is gone. Done.
One fact though, mother
could sing Leonard Cohen.
Hah.
Copyright © Irene Cavalier | Year Posted 2010
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