a argument of fate Karen A Dalyea

my heart is fleeting

like one second 

can not wait for another

you stand  invisible at

my concrete door

wait no more 

turn your wings

inside out and sail away

i will watch you

with my head

like a bee hive drum

a broken china doll

with no avenue but regional tv

there is nothing for me

to return to you

but a vulture eye cast for hunger

and you with your  state

of agreements

can not salvage

my poetry

my paintings 

my heart

Karen A Dalyea 6:56 pm 28 december 2013