BYE BYE BLACKBIRD
Something about that eye
not seeing,
not knowing me there
is like a dream
of soaring free
the gripping of a branch
consensual sex on the wing.
Beside me now on the spade
while clawing at nothing,
it seems unconcerned
while the bright beads of bluebottles
steer her to the earth.
raypool
Fri 20th Jul 2018 19:47
Thanks JR for liking this one....