straight man
{snippets and stories #2}
“I saw a murder of crows on my way home tonight. They all lived.”
You laughed when I said that, the way you always do when I make a stupid joke, because that’s what you do when you love someone. You laugh, even when you’d rather be sitting outside beneath a sun that always tells the truth. But you can’t hold the sky, no matter how wide your arms open.
So let it go, leave it for the crows. They know how to blend with the shadows and disguise the clouds, they know how to rise above it. They know, too, that even flight is a means to an end, and we all need a nest to rest in.
Laugh. Toss your voice up high and let it fly. And carry me home the way that you do, all strong and silent and compromised.
The stars are falling.
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August 13th, 2015 at 12:47 pm
Love your words and you know how much in love with this image I am!
August 13th, 2015 at 2:08 pm
Absolutely wonderful and I’m so glad to get these via email as well as online.
A prose poem! I’ve not tried this form but I LOVE it. Outstanding and I’m going to share it on FB.
August 15th, 2015 at 3:13 pm
That only means the stars are falling to earth, not that they go away. You know. Ha.Yeah, I like the comfort of love in this. A not needing to work at it, because you understand the rhythm of it.
August 23rd, 2015 at 3:35 am
so vivid ~