Music of the SpheresA Poem by Molly Cara
I close the blinds over the town outside,
where the raindrops have clawed at the window, where the air is slicked with mist that missed the storm this morning. I close them over a family of turkeys and a hawk squawking, flaunting how the air accepts his wings. How bronze they would be if my eyes could stomach the sight, the imprecision of vision in love, the quietest silence. © 2013 Molly Cara |
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Added on August 22, 2013 Last Updated on August 22, 2013 |