A Sad Truth


The kite loses her color.
And the tea gets cold in front of me.
The simple pleasures of life
Turning morbid.

And I, looking through
A magnifying glass, at my feather deficiency
Which like anemia will not be solved
By taking iron supplements.
Synthetic chemistries.

And how can happiness prosper
When she is only a tiny hummingbird
Competing with a dark ominous ostrich

For miles on foot. In a marathon called life.