Thursday, September 20, 2007

Today's Bad Poem

I like this one a lot because it's about my bird envy:

Here sleep the birds,
their heads under the wings.
They do not dream.
They do not seem to dream,
if dreams are words.

They gave up words
for two perfect things:
the egg without a seam
(it does not need a seam)
and the life of birds.

Which is soaring.