In every heart there is a coward and a procrastinator.
In every heart there is a god of flowers, just waiting
To stride out of a cloud and lift its wings.
The kookaburras, pressed against the edge of their cage,
Asked me to open the door.
Years later I remember how I didn’t do it,
How instead I walked away.
They had the brown eyes of soft-hearted dogs.
They didn’t want to do anything so extraordinary, only to fly
Home to their river.
By now I suppose the great darkness has covered them.
As for myself, I am not yet a god of even the palest flowers.
Nothing else has changed either.
Someone tosses their white bones to the dung-heap.
The sun shines on the latch of their cage.
I lie in the dark, my heart pounding.
The Kookaburras
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