Friday, 30 April 2010

Old Haunts by Jay Coral

Every year
two lovers meet
before the birdhouse
and peek through the hole
to examine twigs, droppings and eggshells
and not to their surprise
they always find an empty house
as if their leaving is consensual
and then they talk (always have)
about how sweet the air is that day.




Jay Coral, Los Angeles, California, USA

2 comments:

Karen said...

I love the images here, Jay. The line about consensual leaving is striking.

Quackster said...

The manner of which this is written is soft and airy, but full of meaning.