10/03/10

i painted you on a postcard
and sent you away
to be handled by the gruff men
who deliver the mail.
in the city
seventy starlings
made their headlong flight
into the cold concrete
of the paving stones
the impact smashed their tiny beaks
crushed their fragile little bones.
you came back to me
with a dent in your heart
lost and alone.
i am a fool--
and i gave you a home.

Reviews

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

I really liked it . I sometimes run across a poem here that is real and to the point this is both

[Ed Hart]

you keep posting it right here, where those who care can praise your skill and bind your wounds...