Aaron Cross

November 7th 

         (The Grey Backyard)

 

            Fifty soon turned 

into fifty-one.

            Now is when

they all start to run 

            together and soon I 

                        will be old and soon 

                                    I will be dead.

 

            So why did you perch there 

to eat those berries?

 

Then suddenly you are gone to the south, 

            leaving me

looking after you with 

            only my imagination 

                        (as if I could possibly 

imagine a wing) 

            while shackled 

                        to this frozen earth.