Maylee Bossy

(17/02/95)

Blue Bird


Was it you who called me in the straining sun
To tell me that you had been alright all along
I saw you once I thought
In paper branches singing
It was never a Sunday when the hymns filled my heart
Your tongue screamed innocence
I dreamed, perhaps of you
Surely of having wings
And pulling worms out of their holes
With only my mouth

Submitted: Saturday, February 02, 2013
Edited: Saturday, February 02, 2013
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