03 February 2014

# 3 - it’s no good being candid

a small swift flame to shield against the fall
when starlings dart between an orange sky
a peach of moon and the horizon’s jaw
it’s nearly dark my baby ba-bye

below the light-grazed canopy of space
above the downy grass of our bonsai
planet sings the toll of parting ways
you’re nearly gone my baby ba-bye

snuff out the candle
pack away the hoot cry of the owl
forget the facts they taught you back in school

it’s no good being candid
to strangers somewhere you are tossed
alone into the cold impervious


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