There’s an eagle hanging above the city
with sheets draped below the shoulders
and mouth dry from this famine.
There’s time hidden in the water,
if I could only learn to breathe
or walk on it.
There’s a lot left to see.
But as my eyes worsen the longer open,
I wonder—
what day is to make the best of?
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
There’s an eagle hanging above the city
with sheets draped below the shoulders
and mouth dry from this famine.
There’s time hidden in the water,
if I could only learn to breathe
or walk on it.
There’s a lot left to see.
But as my eyes worsen the longer open,
I wonder—
what day is to make the best of?