I remember our beauty back then Our desperate love-need, to be together bodies close and young Gazing intently through wired windows through doorways Signalling with meaningful stares, our eyes saying to each other: “Come out,” “come now,” “meet me in a quiet place, and we will whisper of the people who are not us.”
Tag Archives: wild things
Hawk, Bird
What does it symbolizea bird escaping the clutches of a hawk in the middle of a wind? The hawk balances flapping futilely reaching with its talons a tiny scrap of shadow whisks itself away weighing nothing wings stretched outalmost like a twig or a clutch of dead leaves. It could be a clutch of dead …
The Body Year 