Wednesday, July 1, 2009

The Whole Story

Searching for love is like walking into a field on a moonless night
and blindly throwing pitchforks at vermillion flycatchers,
when more than likely one was sitting on your shoulder the entire time.

Love is when you notice the darling thing,
and grow very fond of it.

Heartbreak is that one day when your rubied sweetheart turns to you,
shoots you in the throat with a nail gun,
and then flies away,
leaving you with crumpled shoulders,
in that dark field,
surrounded by pitchforks.

May 2007
Kaibab Plateau, NW Arizona

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