poem

Posted on Sunday, August 9th, 2009 at 3:56 pm

We walked into the shadows

Waking up the birds.

As the Sun rose higher

We got hotter.

And the park got closer

And the music louder.

 

We walked into the shadows

Waking up the birds.

They shot down from their branches

Scolding us.

Streaks of red and yellow

Filling up the sky with its

Own golden glow.

 

We walked into the shadows

Waking up the birds.

And they sang us good morning

Good morning

Good morning

They sang us good morning

Till the end of the day.

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2 Responses to “poem”

  1. David says:

    Higher. Hotter. Closer. Louder.
    I like that. I like that sound.
    I like that sound your words make.
    And that shape!
    I like that shape your words make.
    And the risk …
    I like the risk your words take
    bending the rules of grammar
    to suit your sense
    of act and actor.
    “They sang us”
    Indeed!
    You sing you,
    too,
    and well
    you do.
    And,
    well, you do.

  2. David says:

    It sings. Thank you.

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