something from last summer. live in the desert, it was like 45C outside this day.
Pink Carnations for a Baby Bird
i let you die today,
too busy
about my world.
a choice, a chance,
ahead of now.
you lie screaming for help
fuzzy, fluffy ball of down,
squealing silently upward,
pink and glossy,
in the morning sun,
just beyond grasp,
behind my shield of glass,
i am allowed to watch you die,
in my busy world.
i walk away
and forget you
as oven breath
chokes.
now quiet and bent
in the silent hot wind
dried from the inside
frozen in gasp
i stand
wondering…
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