Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

March 18, 2010

Up & Down

In the end, I've learned to write
like a waterbird breaking
off water into flight, after hours cowering
at the tread of invisible beasts,
amidst decoys, false-calls. Nothing more
to be done, I burst from the reeds, finally flew
straight into the buckshot and was taken
powerfully, gathered lovingly, rendered down.

Posted by Delire at March 18, 2010 12:59 PM
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