Adorn

[billy]

Oden-esque feathers, decrepit of vision and liquor.
Always on the outs with another floozy bird turned
grey. I don't recall the night this week, only street- the enjambment here and above feels a little off
lights aglow with reflections. The elderly passing, i love 'elderly passing' for me it works on more than one level
seemingly weightless together, twined, heart in hand is seemingly needed?
as they slow to a brisk step or two. And the teens, slow to brisk intimates they were running
the weathered years. They always seem to change
so quickly, mostly for the worst, but there's always
better. Somewhere. They, heart in pocket, hand in
hand, run to where they're going. The unheard of.
That place.

i've been in and out of this poem like a dart in a dartboard.
mainly because of the 1st line. (it's Odin-esque btw )
i get a feeling that it refers to someone whose unfaithful.
odin had two ravens; hugin and mugin (i think) who flew the earth each night collecting thoughts and memories which they gave to odin. i take the line to be that these two items have been stolen via age and booze.
by a loved one who went astray , not knowing what he had. and thats why the 1st person is making such observations. i'm still working through the poem which is working on a few levels for me, it strikes me as a poem that asks why. i wish i could have brought something solid to the feedback but it's a winding sort of poems that has ambiguity all over it, (which isn't a bad thing)

thanks for the read