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the two mourning doves on
the branch above me
for a moment were misquoted as a
pair of  boy’s shoes, taken off
and too-neatly placed ten feet
in the air. he
(I wish I knew who he was)
had flown there, and in his
impatience jumped away
to another somewhere that
doesn’t belong to me.

it was a funeral- I remember
him (telling me) now, and
the birds were what he
left behind in a promise
of return. I take off
my own shoes, sharpie-tattooed rubber
and green canvas drifting upward
in a metaphysical wind
and I feel the mud embrace
the crevices of my feet as
I walk away.
©2008-2009 ~cynicalxpoet
:iconcynicalxpoet:

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Strings: Gah. Me and my inability to come up with decent titles.
Suggestions? Any help/comments would also be great.

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:iconaliendonkey:
i feel the brackets around telling me are unnecessary. particular nods of approval go to impatience jumped away / to another somewhere that / doesn’t belong to me.

--
every time, the
being sings, that
makes the atheists

happy.
:iconcynicalxpoet:
Hmm. I see what you're saying... I'll look at it again.
Thank you! And thanks for the fave/watch! *grin*
:iconaliendonkey:
haha, no probs :)

the same in return applies. cheers.

--
every time, the
being sings, that
makes the atheists

happy.
:iconcynicalxpoet:
^_^
*clinks glasses*

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