Chasing the Bird

[trickykitty]

by Robert Creeley


The sun sets unevenly and the people
go to bed.

The night has a thousand eyes.
The clouds are low, overhead.

Every night is a little bit
more difficult, a little

harder. My mind
to me a mangle is.

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