So it wasn’t death, deathless bird,
weeks later hopping in our yard.
It was a condition of which I’d never heard:
a bird’s days wingless and catless.
Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
Mask
When they took Christ from his cross and put up the wizard instead
(Thinking he was the scarecrow –
Nailing straw to a post –
The climb
The bridge
Tears in the toilet (a weird crying)
Head against the cabinet
That squishy feeling
Tears popping
The little splash
Flashback
How’s a stick man to warm his insides?
Near Yakima
Crossing over
Love, or Why do we cup to keep what never runs out?
If it should flow through us like water
(it does),
wetting every cell as it goes,
why not ride this living means to be boundless,
and say goodbye to our hard little pool?
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