HOW THE BLACK SHINES
He remembers
the particular
glance of sunlight
off a bird's wing
so that the black
shone
for that second
and forever
and how he had stolen it
from the living tapestry
of that only moment
and if one were to go back
it would be found
to be missing
thieved from Time
and how now
the typewriter keys
raise their angry little fists
and strike the page
in rage
and the tiny ting when a word comes
to the end of a line
and the stolen sunshine and
the shining of black
become
the words
that are offered
now
this seeing at seven
become a bird of words
startled to find
itself now
on the snowdrift
of a page
snatched from the memory
of a child who is
no longer a child
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 6:34 AM UTC
HOW THE BLACK SHINES
He remembers
the particular
glance of sunlight
off a bird's wing
so that the black
shone
for that second
and forever
and how he had stolen it
from the living tapestry
of that only moment
and if one were to go back
it would be found
to be missing
thieved from Time
and how now
the typewriter keys
raise their angry little fists
and strike the page
in rage
and the tiny ting when a word comes
to the end of a line
and the stolen sunshine and
the shining of black
become
the words
that are offered
now
this seeing at seven
become a bird of words
startled to find
itself now
on the snowdrift
of a page
snatched from the memory
of a child who is
no longer a child
