That bald eagle
flies this canyon every day
today I saw him
*
all day I try
to scrape it off my skin
that bad dream
*
long after you leave
the chairs remain hushed so to
better hear you sing
*
every story
I’ve ever had
the end
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged attention, bald eagle, dream, haiku, poem, singing, story, what lingers on January 22, 2012| 3 Comments »
That bald eagle
flies this canyon every day
today I saw him
*
all day I try
to scrape it off my skin
that bad dream
*
long after you leave
the chairs remain hushed so to
better hear you sing
*
every story
I’ve ever had
the end