In My Country by Craig Czury   Leave a comment

we are a village
flying toward one dream of wings on earth
what you try to keep to yourself
when you speak without opening your eyes
we breathe from each others lungs
even when you smoke with your eyes closed
staring at the face that becomes our face of sleep
under your dark eyelids
your leg with my leg
your head with my shoulder
the way we’ve known each other all our lives
one of us jerks and cries out here
here stop here
we all jerk and cry out
and what if this bus were to stop
who will remember whom
at the moment of stepping off

Posted September 7, 2010 by strongjacksonpoet54 in Mary's Favorite Poets

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