A Windfall of Birds
Give me a void
filled with the absence
of human voices.
Let there be a windfall of birds
and the chime of water
for sound.
Insert the idle sway
of branches for movement,
tart apples for taste.
Let my eyes drink colors,
sate me with their flavors.
I will sleep in a womb of silence,
warm as sunlight,
and dream
I am a wanderer
of concrete gardens
where the rasp
of brakes and shriek of horns
tell me the seasons;
where people rant like crows
in the long hours of daylight.
I will sigh
like a gentle Santa Ana wind
and know come morning
the nightmare will be over.
Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017
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