My father believes my mother is a hawk
Circling above him building bonfires
I think my mother's soul was born again into my dog
I can feel her there when we hold paws
My sister believes in a heaven
Where good people get their everything
And float
Over streets paved in Tiffany diamonds
I am outside.
*My dog barks at a bird in the sky
I twist the ring off my finger
The stone flashes in the sunlight*
Uncertainty lingers in hearts and minds
I was Butch Cassidy in a past life.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 11:49 AM UTC
My father believes my mother is a hawk
Circling above him building bonfires
I think my mother's soul was born again into my dog
I can feel her there when we hold paws
My sister believes in a heaven
Where good people get their everything
And float
Over streets paved in Tiffany diamonds
I am outside.
*My dog barks at a bird in the sky
I twist the ring off my finger
The stone flashes in the sunlight*
Uncertainty lingers in hearts and minds
I was Butch Cassidy in a past life.
For Megan. There have been some strange coincidences in our collective unconscious.
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