the newspaper
spread out
like a tablecloth
obituaries
on one side
comics on
the other
the dead
smiling the
comics tragic
black white
gray world
made of
fuzzy dots
an obsolete
medium ready
to line the
bottom of
the song
bird’s cage
snowy breast
fawn brown wings
a nightingale
whose love
call goes
unanswered
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Vipassana (
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This one tells its story in contrasts and I find it most poetic and a fave
A caged bird has a very sorry life, indeed. It was born to be free but cruel Man keeps it in a cage for the rest of its life. Its chirpings are not seen for what they really are : songs of heartbroken sadness, a longing to be set free…
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