never to come.
Dreams of T.
Its wings flutter
flap, flap, flap,
the neighbor's dove.
Its newly acquired
freedom in circles
up and down
to the sky
in narrow circumference.
flap, flap, flap.
the future -
A cage and
the fat man's stomach.
flap, flap.
the whiteness of
a short moment in time
as it lands on my roof.
Dreams of T.
Its wings flutter
flap, flap, flap,
the neighbor's dove.
Its newly acquired
freedom in circles
up and down
to the sky
in narrow circumference.
flap, flap, flap.
the future -
A cage and
the fat man's stomach.
flap, flap.
the whiteness of
a short moment in time
as it lands on my roof.
