Tuesday, October 30, 2007


a flutter of late flying birds
move as one
scatter like tossed pebbles
above the highway
dappling the cars
through the brilliance
of the late autumn sun
and for a moment
we are underwater

1 comment:

biibii said...

omg this is way better than hyde's poetry. while still using themes he's fond of, and honoring the hilarity of the word 'habataku' when associated with him, this is not hilarious, but pretty and sweet and mysterious. he's totally jealous.