Sunday, May 24, 2009

Swallow Song No.2

A swallow yawns,
eternity is glimpsed.
A hole is punched,
a tear is torn on
a black expanse.

Only the swallow sees. Black eyes on black face on black head on black neck on black body on black wings on black tail on black chest on black feet.

A privilege bestowed by a god who’s first thought-of word
was freedom.

On air on a wing a prayer is answered.

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