I Bend The Bending Poem by timmy conway
I Bend The Bending
I bend the bending
turn the turnstile
throw the rosette away
the horse that stands in the field
the gulls that fight over a maggot
the air bitten by the chaffinch
the crane that finds its spot in silence
mind that screeched roared pounded
ran in all directions is still
the water that saw my father's image
the roadway where he walked
I pass this way
not threatened by the magpie
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