Adam

Adam

He stood on the edge of eternity.
Slow breezes watered his mind.
The sky went on forever.

He talked with the birds.
They ate of his hand. He fed them his eyes.
They made love to him as he drank the solitude of shade.

First man
again you come.
Eternity was to your back.

The birds nest in the fragrance of your hair,
unaware that you are gone
and here at the same time.

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