Love On a Wire
In the evenings
I still wait for you on the right side of the bed
Like as single bird
Perched high on a telephone wire
Stark, Scowls of feathers
Ruffled against a charcoal and disappointed sky
I carved a groove
In the way sounds pulse in wet traffic
Vibrating winter pavements
Yet even in my restless heart
I am something close to warm
Copyright © Julia Ingolfsdottir | Year Posted 2010
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