mythomanic
Jan 23, 2010 22:51
Kangaroo
Kangaroos, then - the heart's skittish
marsupial awareness, the way it bounds
into the long grass, the sidewise kick
to the head. The long-legged
joeys, whose haven is with them
as far as they travel, the way I come
again and again to you. To outgrow
the pouch, the safe house.
To go alone.
lousy poem,
poem