There's a star in my eyes
and although I rub and I rub
I can’t get it out -
next to the eyelash
due north of the orbit
never will my lens accept
the reasons for
the reasons for
this great divide.
Somewhere
a sparrow shudders
as it flies.
Somewhere
a sparrow shudders
as it flies.
-Debbie Calverley
No comments:
Post a Comment