The Straightforward Poems

1.

here I am
my dear poets
setting about poetry

oh yes
I also
fall for this ancient deception

and so
I try to warm
the frozen birds

to spread
the charred pigeons’ wings

maybe something with change
the wind will rise
the wings will spread
and the sawdust won’t sprinkle
and the glass eyes might blink

THE STRAIGHTFORWARD POEMS (1)