It was winter and the birds were out far too long; but still they did not freeze. "Birds," I asked, "how can you stay so warm? What do you eat to keep up your hearts beating with joy for every second?" They said nothing and it only made me Know. I will build a bird house in my ribs; and ask them not to fly so they might get some rest and prepare for spring. Until then my words are mine and not yours: scattered in notebooks in bookbags in backseats of those cars speeding so quickly into blinding rays of a melting sun; tossed like seed to the these birds in my ribs so malnourished and freezing from years of hoping. Goodnight, -- -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
