Birds Eye
By Allen Hackett
On a wintry eve, the wind rustled and blew a chill in the air
Unknown and never felt before...Something strange...something new
A weary-eyed vagrant stooped in the doorway of a long forgotten store
The sign in the window read; CLOSED "We don't live here anymore."
The phones lines dangled the poles swayed like a melancholy barmaid in her sprier days
What happen to the future? It was here yesterday
Tomorrow blows a blue song with bent sour notes...
Deafening and modulating the senses to an untimely rhythm
Dancing a Tango with death!
What's a man to do?...Watch the animals they give you peace someone once told me
Bird's eye on the horizon...viewing skyward... with anticipation...watching and waiting for something to come...to fly away before the inevitable...
Watch and pray
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Categories:
sprier, earth,
Form: Verse
you lit the candle at both ends
and wait there in the middle
to see which wick burns sprier
while thick wax forms its puddle
Categories:
sprier, introspection
Form: Free verse