Thursday, August 31, 2017

three-fer one

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

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