Circus
The way sparrows trapped in an airport,
desperate aerialists at the Big Top,
flutter corner to corner and the false sky will stop
them and Everest windows thwart
their escape even as light taunts them,
so they ascend again, to darkness,
seeking a way to the real sky, to Yes!
hovering, seeking, wings a mayhem,
my heart kept scraping the ceiling
of whatever space had seemed like love,
weaving so much from so little, blocked from above,
sustained by crumbs it scavenged. (Were you unfeeling?)
It wasn’t airless, but asphyxiation neared.
Then you disappeared.
K.E. Duffin’s work has appeared in Agni, The Carolina Quarterly, The Hampden-Sydney Poetry Review, Innisfree Poetry Journal, Kestrel, Poetry, The Road Not Taken, Scintilla, Slant, Southern Poetry Review, Thrush, and other journals. King Vulture, a book of poems, was published by The University of Arkansas Press.
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