seethingblue's Diaryland Diary

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something i wrote below the lavendar in the backyard

Birdseed Blues


Down the sidewalk

skipping them stones.

We clutch them to our mouths

like microphones

(like microphones)


Down the sidewalk

clothesline you and you fall--

against the mirror

nearly 8ft tall

(nearly 8ft tall)


Want to chip away the broken

gravel driveway, put it in my mouth and sing

for supper, for peace, for all them little things.


But the birds won't stay for Winter,

no, they're looking for Southward homes

And I cannot sketch forgiveness,

like waves it leaves and comes,

like waves it leaves and comes.

21:53 - 25 March, 2004

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