Saturday, July 17, 2010

When you can't let it go

As the crow flies,
it's not that far
from here to there
from me to you
from war to peace
but forgiveness --
that's a chasm
few would dare to cross
and so we go the long way round,
picking our way through the rubbish;
crows on a city dump,
plucking and remembering
cawing and cackling:
"Keep this one,"
"Don't let go of that one,"
and when the ugliness sparkles like a prize
we savor the offense,
tossing gossip like seeds into the wind.

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1 comment:

Maureen said...

I find the image fascinating, because it forces me to keep shifting my gaze (I want to look left but have to take in the right), the lines seemingly shifting the balance (of our actions, our words?). We've so far yet to go.