I don't fly a banner
Above my head
Anymore.
Years have come between us.
Are you still
Beautiful?
Could I ask forgiveness
Or is it too late for love?
No recriminations have ever cleared anyone.
Lorne Park,
Will you see me after dark?
Will you bathe me in your blue suburban sky?
I've come home
With a trail of blood and bones
To your streetlights hung like halos in the night
Tonight.
I was walking backwards
To the house
I was born.
When the grass grew over;
Where I once held my own.
Cut my wings and let me swing,
Childlike, from your apron strings.
Bury me in the backyards and throw the memories over.
Cut my wings and let me swing.
Could you offer anything
To a stubborn drunk with a serpent's tongue,
Still teething on an infant thumb?

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