why

[cacian]

no point in going
back
life is forward
and when things
go
inwards
seriously dim words
poke them
with a
keen heard
tell them they are bird
and they will
fly
so pry
to the skies so high
no one will know why.

[PeterL]

Words are dim things from within poking out
To tell us how. How to live; how to love.
They are birds peeping in our ears, perching,
Flying, squawking, and showing us how to
Wheel backwards in the sky, barrel-rolling
Over the river where there are heros
In seaweed and children in the morning.
And I’ve touched your perfect body with my mind.
And like Suzanne you hold the mirror.
That’s how and why.