invisible

18 Oct

did you see me sitting there

last night?

with my eyes all bright

with anticipation?

or was I invisible

to the eye?

a memory of a man long dead

or the fantasy of a child?

life is weird and life is brief

life takes everything away

leaving me invisible

in my grief

did you see me then?

wish you could see me when

my wings are unfurled

and my beak is sharp

sailing high above the rooftops

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