When memory flutters
then
into now and the physical
feathers
thin,
the hollow
weight of flight
snaps in min-arch and cradled
hands stop
time.
-For Albert Bennett
written about 1993
Published in the broadsheet View from the Second Floor
When memory flutters
then
into now and the physical
feathers
thin,
the hollow
weight of flight
snaps in min-arch and cradled
hands stop
time.
-For Albert Bennett
written about 1993
Published in the broadsheet View from the Second Floor
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