Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Poem: flight



for Pete Seeger



If a friend asks to talk

you must turn

else the hawk fly away

turn

when a friend asks

beating wings

not step on a train upstate

soaring currents

circling


or the claws of the body

untalked

will bury themselves

for what you might have spoken

still bloody

home


in the sea of the heart

for forty years

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