dr_con Posted May 22, 2012 Share Posted May 22, 2012 Stolen By Birds The Latvian Mother Trickster Feminine tells the innocent If you put salt on a bird's tail it freezes and you grab it little crystals keep the weeds down more than once shakers in the sandbox Just before dawn among redwood giants a barrel-house cacophony pins me to the floor singing Wake up Wake up sawing pitch steals sorrow trills take joy swoop and loops pull anger caws cancel hope The chorus cleaves both future and past Leaving nothing but now In the evening among the river rocks or the great green lawns they might pass back parts of this story more truthful than words. Quote thegateless.org Come on over and check out my poetry substack y'all;-) Or if your bored, head to the Zazzle store: https://www.zazzle.com/store/gateless. If you buy anything I lose a bet, so consider that before you violate the digital rules. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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