Bobbin’ Bird

when 8pm scratches
at midnight

a worry whispers its breath
cross darkest ditch, dragged over my
lips ‘gaint the vein, curls
the hurt, curls of dirt,
recoils our earth,
to end all pain,
make things
work and

it’s the end,
and it still hurts for
parts n’ toil shed
in search,

now fly on,
bobbin’
bird.

image: https://www.saatchiart.com/paintings/drinking-bird/feature

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