Birds On The Wire


Oh, Jenny
Recalling yet

How we’d sing it together back then
Swapping the words back and forth

… drunk …
… choir …
… tried …
… way …
… free

Leonard has passed
Me, I stagger on

Where you are now

And even
If …

Oh, Jenny
Oh, Miss Jones

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 10, 2017, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. “And even

    The most powerful words.

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