Friday, November 13, 2015

Robert League- Two Poems


I was pinned
like an insect
to the wall,
collected in a glass
case, jeered at,
slammed, but I 
grew wings, even
under display,
and stretched 
my body to fly

Good heavens

Good heavens, they say,
and I hope 
they are right, I hope
that those wistful
clouds are full of glee,
or at least promise,
that bouncing baby
cherubs live up there,
and a gate will open
one day to something
like a good sign.  

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