Saturday, April 10, 2010

there are blackbirds

There are blackbirds in the trees
Huddled, hiding in their wings
as a violent, sideways rain
pummels, until nothing remains

She wants silence
She wants to be alone
She wants to hear destiny speak
She wants the winds of change
to blow through her front door.

He wants to love
He want to hear her say his name
He wants the pity without the shame
He wants to learn to live with the
without having to remember their

There are blackbirds in all the trees
from here to Memphis.
The sun is out
trying to heal the pain
caused by brother rain.

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