Misadventure
Once, I flew three flags for you,
One red, one blue, one golden;
I wore a gold ring on my finger,
And I pretended that it had come from you.
There were three trees in my backyard at that time,
One, a eucalypt, held love letters in its hollow belly,
Though I never sent them, I continued to write,
In case you happened upon them accidentally.
I was drawing little red hearts with golden arrows,
Trying to emboss my love upon the thin skin of the paper,
Rose petals pressed, dead, between the pallid sheets.
You never saw them.
Yet each night
You took my small body
In your rough hands,
And bruised me.
Oh man!
Did you really think
that by seducing me
you'd win back my heart?
A f is all!
I am unruffled by your passion,
My tail feathers remain in perfect plume,
My wings unclipped.
But it was sad to watch you try, so hard
You flashed your blue eyes and said,
'I love you I don't know why,'
So now I look down upon your green roof
And sing a small song for you,
You cannot hear me,
I am flying way too high.
Even with your slingshot,
You cannot bring me down.
