barbs and wire

he throws the gift over the fence
his love against the wire
there is nothing more
nothing less

walk away
the longing intense

the limp
the broken foot
the bone shed

he remembers
all
forgets all

why recall

he burns the love letters
and deletes accounts
nothing true
left alone beneath
the morning sky so
horrible and true

reality
unsccalded
cold
meaningful
withdrawn
impotent

all a trick
all a trick'
nothing left
but step
forward

a shadow
of the prick
plucked meaningful
at the moment
a fleeting glimpse
and nothing

but he laughs
an imaginary figure
sighing with their
sighs...

he grows feathers
to fly like they
...