Birds

Cover of Planet of the Blind....man and dog....

Birds

What with saints behind every bush
Parcheesi neighborhoods of dusk

The architects and solid masters
Of gloom ladling out

Potions to make us weep
Father how lucky you were

Dying like that
Falling with the Times

In your arms.
This day of light

Of yellow houses
Where everything

Seems here
I wonder

If your underworld
Is rich with birds?

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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