Using some worn out metaphor

to look into the deep dark dead sea

brings to mind a chirping red bird

on a windowsill

whistling painful pictures of worn out

and tired faces; wrinkled old faces

that all look like the red bird and are all tired.

They bring to its eyes tears of beauty;

it hurts to speak and listen.

The red bird sings up a well-known mountain

where old cigarette butts and cheap

empty wine bottles are littered.

It’s thirsty but the bottles are dry;

those good speakers of before stayed thirsty.

They are silent now, and the red bird is young.

But it is tired; all it sees is that the trek is long.

The mountainous path is filled with pains

and vices are littered around its pursuit.

The lonely mountain air

calls out to the searching eyes

in each town and square and market,

slowly creating creases in their features;

creeping toward being old and tired;

creeping toward the sea while falling in love—

some sort of form that has meaning.

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John Brogan

John Brogan promotes renewable energy products in Northeast Ohio. He is also a new father, recently welcoming his first son, Victor Mackenzie Brogan, into the world. These experiences have encouraged fresh insights as he moonlights writing poetry, his favorite occupation, at his home in Cleveland Heights, OH. John is a graduate of Case Western Reserve University, where he earned a BA in cognitive science. John is also the author of the following books: In Reflection of Nature (2015), and St. Augustine and the Piano (2016).