Birds of a Feather
We used around the fire light
To speak of life into the night
Until the morn’ came into sight
Then bid farewell like birds in flight
And falling on our separate beds
Inside our minds in separate heads
We dreamed of things each of us fed
The tapestry of verbal threads
And waking at the crack of noon
With splitting heads like crescent moons
We ventured out of separate rooms
To separate lives, two crazy loons
—rudysassafras









