Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Work Song

I have a four inch window
were bird sometimes fly.
seen in whitewashed moments
bespeckled through the day

It is the outside
calling wholly of wonder.
The longing wide anything
nagging like a sore tooth.

yet it will not be,
not for me today friend.
I hear your call only
to bite against captivity

Don't call on me locust
an ants got to work

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