This Life
A mother eagle with her dead babies.
The cries of yesterday drowning in the rain barrel.
Ice cream left melting on the floor.
A clown with no makeup.
Wind against a wall.
A lost umbrella.
A lonely walk that won’t end.
Halfway. Incomplete.
Something. Everything.
No more.
See Bukowski’s The Laughing Heart. A poem of the same vein. See and read all my work related to “LIFE”.
