is it fate
or suction
is it love
or adhesives
that brought me
to your feet
in need of nothing
yet seeking a savior
a polished bumpkin
an educated fool
I was so very fortunate
to lose everything
to you
***
fake birds
on fake boughs
fake leaves
and fake flowers
***
little grey-brown feather
lost to the wind
powerless from within
knows what it is
Thursday, August 31, 2017
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