Friday, 26 of August of 2016

Zen O’Leary – Mind Bones

I once asked a bird, “How is it you fly in this gravity of darkness?” The bird responded, “Love lifts me.” –Hafiz
Pigeons walk around behind my eyes,
slide in the hollow bones.

I trip on feathers and sibilant whispers
and the scratch of feet.

They have been with me everywhere,
these rock doves flown from ancient cliffs

to become city dwellers like ourselves,
feral souls in camouflage who walk
with measured and wary steps.

Glints of lavender wings tickle my eyes like
poems that live but the length of a breath
and never reach the page, or the memory

of a lover’s skin that is now touchable
only as words, as pen strokes, as piano notes
heard in distant rooms on dying afternoons.

Pigeons are the grace notes in the margins,
their soft coos lullabies from a forgotten womb.




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