July 10, 2017Poem
Do the birds sing
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Do the birds sing
The cock crow
Who decides
On the meaning
Of a reason
Or when to stop
To listen
To the music
And bring
An end to the beginning
How do we stop moving
When the whole world
Is spinning
On its axis
What is the point
Of endeavour
If endurance is
Forever
And nothing really changes
What
Is holding up the sky
To keep it from crashing
Into the ocean
Does the baby
Cry
A strong wind die
For the benefit of no one
But Mister Kite
Who doesn’t really listen
To anybody but himself
It makes little sense
To question
The small things
If the answers
Are written
In the margin
Life is not a crib sheet.