Thursday, January 10, 2013

Fight with Daughter, Evening

The sun thickens as it sets.
Birds fall from trees into sky,
all colours. And the light.

I was behind you calling your name
in case you missed it.
You would not look.
Your shoulders were sharply bladed
your wings dragging on the gravel road.
Do you not see now?
I do not live for myself,
but only for you.

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