The time I was a bird, yes
the witch, she wasted her final wish on giving me wings
(remember how our car flew off the bridge?)
I pointed out them and told
them that I would be gone a long long time
my tongue was tied
I perched on your shoulder as you looked for me
we crossed pyramids
damn this spell
if I wanted to be with, I’d have stayed
if I wanted to fly, I’d have grown feathers
if I wanted to speak, I’d have screamed
(to hold me is to know me)
so you carry me, say, in your misgivings?
No--
rather you throw me up catch me
limbo fumble reattatch me
a bird of sorts did rehatch me
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Written October 31st, 2006
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this is an interesting poem you have.it made some sense to me.you have to read it once or twice to get the details but it was a great poem to read.
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