Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Friday: The 13th

The little blackbird. Was lame. It's left foot,
mangled. It hopped, and seemed
to flit around, just fine.

I wondered if to perch, on a telephone
wire, perhaps, is a problem?
If I were alone, I would talk to him,
offer him crumbs,
try to get him on my finger.
Possibly, take him home,
and put him in a huge
cage to keep him safe,

but,
there is a handsome man
across from me, with a brain, and
arms. I'd prefer to take him home.

I ignore the bird.

I don't remember
mentioning
I melt,
under blue eyes.


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