he wearied of the day

of its arguing chiding chaffing 

its dull incessant haranguing

where in its midst he had nothing to offer

for she deemed his words meaningless

so he walked away out the door  his legs odd and stilted

looking for refuge before wiltingbefore the weight of his head collapsed his bones

and it rode down his spine clack clackclack and lowed belligerently from the perch of his pelvis

 

he was better than that

 

 

he laid down in a field of tall grass and beneath the cleansing air on his face

he admired birds chase the clouds and sunrays and seek blue harbours unseen

he smiled immensely as they did

for his head grew wings 

mixed in with pages from 16 October 1993

1217,  Saturday,  5  12. 20