Little brown sparrow
singing goodbye to the sun
in the soft twilight
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Michael J. Barney
Michael J. Barney works for a multi-national insurance megalith (not, alas, the same one as Wallace Stevens) where he toils day and night to facilitate the transfer of wealth from one pocket to another within the same pair of pants. In his spare time he scribbles poems, dotes on his wife, speculates on why Leonard Cohen and Jacques Brel are not as popular in America as Ricky Martin or Britney Spears and runs Gravity Presses (lest we all float away) Inc., a small press publisher of poetry chapbooks and a quarterly magazine, Now Here Nowhere. He can be contacted at mikeb50 at hotmail.com.
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michael michael michael
again, a lovely piece,
“except”, hahahahaha, forgive my remakes, remember, they are purely suggestions.
case in point:
Little brown sparrow
singing goodnight, to the sun
in the soft twilight
once again, one word disrupted the flow.
either singing to the sun, or singing to the world, it’s goodnight. still a good thought from you.
think about it.
you remind me of myself, doing things on the first take, then in hind sight, seeing things in a different light, an assumption on my part.
michael michael michael
again, a lovely piece,
“except”, hahahahaha, forgive my remakes, remember, they are purely suggestions.
case in point:
Little brown sparrow
singing goodnight, to the sun
in the soft twilight
once again, one word disrupted the flow.
either singing to the sun, or singing to the world, it’s goodnight. still a good thought from you.
think about it.
you remind me of myself, doing things on the first take, then in hind sight, seeing things in a different light, an assumption on my part.