In a message dated 11/6/01 7:17:55 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:
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Breathing For The Birds
She is always anxious. Wonders
if she is at fault and she hears herself
breathe too fast to catch her breath and
she sees her breath in the air she breathes.
She is out of breath.
She wants to lie down. She wants to lie.
She pretends all the time she is someone else
or there is someone else who cares.
She feels birdseed in her hair. She touches it,
the seed scatters. She worries that it will get stuck
between her toes in her scruffy slippers and she cries
as she laughs at the thought.
She understands how it works.
She says Yes Sir No Sir Maybe so Sir
and she dreams of release.
She tries God how she tries and she hopes
her birds come home to roost. >>
I love the bird metaphor here...the opening stanza is a doozy.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
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