Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty
Winter 2012
 
Sonnet
Anthony Opal

one day I will die of inspiration
purple finch that I am and forget
to flap my wings on purpose something that
I imagine no other bird has ever
really done before which I suppose is
what makes me a person ungratefulness
coupled with romantic notions of love
and objects like the unsuspecting crow who
edges the building and becomes a speck of
blackness in the sky some shotgun shot
above the field and away from every
kind of symmetry which I suppose can
be a kind of inspiration my heart
as I’ve heard it said “beating like crazy”

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