Friday, July 3, 2015

Out Yon Window

Out yon window two red birds
land on the roof, making sense
of one another, prancing
about as two fighters in
a ring of some importance.

As one departs on its way 
to who knows where, the other
stays a while longer staring
directly into your eyes . . .
then directly . . . into . . . you.

You have to wonder whether
he remembers you from some
past life, perhaps was even
your mother, or another
relative you never knew.

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