Dreambirds

He dreamed of three blackbirds

perched on a catenary wire

like the ages of man, clear-

eyed, beaks slightly parted

in silent, knowing laughter.

 

Some memories are dark stains

that never fade, that sharpen

like shadows in white light,

dreambirds. He picks a rock,

hefts it in his mind, takes aim.

 

 

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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