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by Alan Mahood

Well, I saw Tommy
And he was talking about
Wondering where she is now
I closed my eyes,
And I was back in Tel Aviv
Watching the Mediteranean wash
The beach clean of the garbage of
Millenia and seeing
Storks soaring up in tight spirals
Ever higher until they became barely
Visible dots drifting south
Uneffected by the problems of
Men, uncaring of lovers lost
Far away.
Sometimes I wonder if any of
This circus side show called
Life has meaning other than
To watch the birds
Soaring away.



Posted on 07/31/2005
Copyright © 2021 Alan Mahood

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 07/31/05 at 05:33 PM

I've wondered the same thing, often. You've translated the feeling into words beautifully.

Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/23/08 at 04:58 PM

life IS a bird soaring away. or a flock of birds. i mean, the whole point of life is to find out how to fly away.

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