OUR ENDLESS
OUR ENDLESS NUMBERED DAYS
Giant peregrine circles above my corner
of city Some might think him a glider
but I know better Grew up with wild
men and tame birds forthemostpart
Those were simpler times?
I just found out that an old friend’s
husband is confined to a chair I once
said experimentally that nothing can
prepare us for this stage of life For this
I received a blank stare
My compatriot was busy being a good wife
to a man leading a double life I tend to
agree with Sinead: I don’t know what I want from this world
Except for my friends to stop getting sick
& for my husband to hold my hand like
he’s holding hers over there
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Songanddancegirl Sinead O’ Connor Iron & Wine
Winter 2012
