BIRD FEED

What’s left is still undercurrent

Pulling towards a total blank

For fear to recall

Eyes ‘wide shut’ closets with living floors

Carved in charges

Dyes with the colors of ‘in the flesh’

Bead-trims to be had

Love of mine

To keep by hand

New start tangos a mystic peace

No leads

Just one foot in front of the other

Step into a much-needed state of self

Out of the dull fact ‘empty barrels’ ride

Chilling pains of it

Darkest cross of love

‘On the double’ loss of life irritations

Colosseum tracks on side roads

Silent the roars!

By mind the sweep of repairs

I am

You are