"Turkey in the Straw" notes
Tumble through the air
Past crabapple branches
And summon child's memories
Of summertime bliss,
Green-leaved and red-tongued.
The ice cream truck passes
A peeling paper-white garage
Where a man with empty eyes
Leaves his family hanging.
My heart folds like origami,
Resembling a crane
With only one wing.
I buy my daughters snow-cones.
2 comments:
It hits me in the gut...
Yes. Because I was stunned myself by the death of my friend Jim and neighbor, and the taking of a life precious to others, but worthless to itself. Later, I will come back and revise a bit. Thanks for the comment. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZhMrlP-BOM
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