Monday, 7 February 2011

an old poem, written on a receipt

If I was a crow
and was a bird and
had wings
and could do certain
things in the sky
with those
I might fly to you
and peck on your
and if I was that
bird with wings
would you think
I was a blackbird?
and would I remind
you of a favorite song?
and would you
sing it to me?
and would I be able
to hear it through
your window, with
my tiny bird ears?
I don't know
it's just a thought

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