Not Like The Birds.

Mother said
there would be men

like that
and that they’d say

and do
those kinds of things

and looking back
over the months

he has behaved
as Mother predicted

right down
to the cheap flowers

and false promises
and the always

wanting sex
and to be alone

and that constant groan of
come on Honey

one more time
and yet

as you reflect on him
and his ways

and that look he has
when feeling put out

and the what maybe
the real him

when he doesn’t know
you’re studying

his features
and gestures

and listening to his words
you know

you shouldn’t be with him
but fly off

like the birds
but you’re not

like the birds at all
you’re just

a woman in love
and unsure

of the reasons why
so you’ll not be

like the birds
and make off to the sky.

poem by Terry Collett
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