The Conditions

I have this life which I do not understand
I have death approaching which I do not understand
I have this body which is a staircase
Of course I have laughter and tears
Call me in the morning
I don’t remember now
A certain Roman poet had five crows
Which he kept in a cage
Personally I would never cage a crow
A long list of the dead
Is like music
And the car hurries obedient
I promise that today I shall do some small good
Yes I’d get down off my high horse
And beg forgiveness
If I knew where to stop

Author: skuusisto

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

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