Window
By bagie
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
- 348 reads
From your window
I see the young house martins
On a wire, eyes fixed,
Enthralled, with distant, smoking blue.
Awed, gripping hard that grounding filament
With hearts already lofted in first flight.
They're mesmerised by leaving.
Fledgling bravery.
Once I was on the wire with you, wired up.
And that last night,
When we were planished, silvered,
Fluent with the moon, imagined winging it.
You couldn't fly with me.
I thought you'd go, had gone before,
Without me.
But now, flexed, tense, I understand that I left you.
Heart resonating, thrumming with the wire,
Was imminent, but body weighted
By your fear.
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