Thursday, July 20, 2017

Still At It

I was in that parking lot again, at midnight and then at 3 AM.
Same bird atop the same light post singing continuously.
Not a call and response but a solo, a soliloquy, a filibuster
On and on without breaks and at first blush I think how lovely
And then I wonder what's really happening here
Are you beseeching someone to return to you through a sacrificial marathon?
Are you up there wild-eyed, manic and hoarse, speaking your delusion?
When will we know it's time to stop?


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