never with anything to show for the veins of leaves lost feathers of the long day and those thin bones from which perhaps flutes but now I have broken my own rule and as you see the birds die
Tag Archives: birds
On Dry Land
The problem in rolling
out over the ocean
on a day like you might
ache for just a single
sheep of traveling cloud
only a few blinks
and the wind you are
worse off now without
taste birds circle
maybe
later that one friendly
star and now paddle
with meaning maybe
you were going
the bright way all along
birds before dawn dream of a festival getting lost
morning songs of foreign birds why I can’t die
a row of birds still in the sun before the dark hills
after restless sleep the creaking needs of birds nearby
baby birds on the driveway grandma says put rocks on their throats
juxtaposition TK the alarm fills the sky with birds
the birds startled awake crying into the dawn
between both sides of sleep tossing and turning the sharpness of birds
haiku and other animals 