Monday 5 October 2015

Forest

pájaros en la copa de los árboles
New prison.
Foreign.
Missed.
Sad tree bars.
Rested creatures.
Restless.
Shedding their eyes
( leaves )
on your head.
Shy sky
snooping around the leaves.
Sunny smiles
blowing you
the back of your neck.
Strange forest.
Atavistic.
Carpeted.
Padded.
Ancient forest.
Elderly.
Child.
Rock womb.
Burrows with windows.
Quiet life
moving behind you.
Being at home.
Far away.
The heart empty,
by the spoonful,
by the dark song
of the crows.

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