Portrait of the Artist as a possible Falcon

by Christos Polydorou

I was
in love Once

upon a
time

Just last
November actually

The stars
aligned

for me
It was a feeling

I liked
And then it

Changed
And I never

felt that way
Before

But Now
I under
stand

How lips do not
Work

And perhaps Even
How God works (!)

He was not the bird
And I was not the falconeer

He was the psychotic zoo keeper
And I was a bird in his cage

I think this is why
in part

Why I love
birds

so much
I could write

so many essays on birds
they’d fill several volumes

As I live
and write.

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