bluebirds weeping
bluebirds weeping words by Anemone Van Leeuwenillustration by Maria Vidal Valdespino The city dreams of what bluebirds are,Of shadows gone missing from a stained, spotlit sky.It dreams of a ghost slipping between skyscrapers, trembling beneath the traffic lights—A ghost building nests in the dark.Visions of a something well in the eyes of the subway-goers, the upstanding, […]