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Don't Mock the Magpie
So here’s how it goes.
I breathe my life into the wind
and the mists carry it to the sea
it soars among the albatrosses
And they bring it back to me.
I’ll show you how to paint the clouds
Just watch your whispers fly
sharp with fangs
they make the heavens cry
(just make sure not to be so harsh, their feelings are easily hurt)
Windowframes are doors
you need to open and close them
but not too much
You don’t want to scare the angels
It rains too much here already.
Don’t break the glass
the floor is still stained with
last night’s thread from when you unraveled my trust
I think you should take up knitting.
I think you forgot
that black and white aren’t colors
So don’t mock the magpie
she’s just looking out for you.
I’m holding your heart
it’s warm and moist
with tears and the red of flowers
but your constellation is fading
and I don’t know what to do
(if stars aren’t meteors, then why are yours falling?)
I’ve been thinking
and I don’t think brown looks good on you
it’s not good for porcelain cups
and little birds with red chests
don’t get so far in life
Do you hear me?
I think your radio is broken
because my waves are covering the river
and the fish hear it
do I need better bait?
What color do you think heaven is?
I like orange
because it smells sweet
and the sun tucks us in with it
but I think I’ll go with blue just to be safe
because I don’t want to go blind
Look at the ground and see it
the feathers and fur
I don’t think we should stay
I hear God crying behind the shed.
Catch my breath, chase it high
who knew how fast the wind could shy?
the smoke slips through my fingers
where are the wings of my voice?
(at least with you, i was grasping at straws)