“Reverie”

A bird in love with the age

with the time

He doesn’t know any better

A big party this will be

He’ll dance with a sparrow-girl

made of silk and pine needles

Her lips are soft

like a spot between her breasts

He, an eagle-boy

a thing of afternoon sunshine and ash

His heart

made of glass and iron spikes

She’s covered in bandages

Not his fault

 

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