Tag: poem

crows watch the slavery of parrots with disgust

young sparrow calling out to its kin barren tree

parrots never flying far from birdman invisible strings

the housefly in the living room sees a thousand suns

her lips hint at cold gales to come

first light the night boards the bus back home

still in awe of fire the caveman in us never died

the mist overhead threatens to crush us

the godless man and the thunder at an impasse

after dark the storm refuses to sleep