Friday, March 2, 2018

amiss

something is amiss
you can
feel it in your bones.
the tingling
of a spider
crawling
up your spine,
the startled
jump
at three a.m.
something is awry.
there is a door
open
somewhere.
a window
ajar, a black bird
about to fly.

1 comment:

Di said...

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
take these broken wings . . .