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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Of Moonlight and Thieves

photo by Mariya Mileva
If locked doors make for thieves
I will lock every door
in the world
so you will steal me away

The moon is too bright
 I can not sleep
for the Man's staring
Let the owl pluck out his eyes
so I can fly away with you
unseen
The nightingale
will tell no one
but the stars

Little fox
come raid the hen house
                                             I will be waiting for you
                                             my feathers red in the moonlight
                                             No bounty for the hunter
                                             no eggs in the morning
                                             Just the gossip and squabbling
                                             of sisters left behind
                                             wondering
                                             whether to be sad or
                                             envious


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