Friday, May 23, 2014

Mistaken Valentine

For a long time feeling sure
I blamed the wrong trespasser
the one with the hooked beak
and abrupt behavior
who’d show up late in the afternoon
demanding an elegant supper
pointing one eye at me
then the other when all along
it was the mockingbird I live with
who daily raped the flower beds
scattering dirt and leaving graves
where the worm was jerked
(my friend) whenever I turned
my head or left for work

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