Kanga

she lives a
                 life
of
    death

he sits on her shoulder
like Shakyamuni’s little
bird

but

when the ice
                       finally
begins to melt
begins to melt
                        even
amid the raging
                             Spring
of fire, then

then
         Life
is all she
knows,
            un
founded
           un
bounded
           un
relent
            ing
L I F E

that sidles
                  up
to her like an
un
    certain
child,
           look
ing to slip in
to her arms
and to
             Stay
there

Forever.

©s rogers 27 feb 2008

2 thoughts on “Kanga

  1. forpuck says:

    Very nice, I really dug it. If it was me, I would probably had cut “and stay there for ever” for a more “theatric” ending as it is, but that’s a thought.

  2. CatGem says:

    thank you for taking the time to read and offer suggestions, forpuck — it means a lot to me

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