the wind might not blow 
in spirals
ever again

maybe you'll discover
the secret
of flight;

it's only figurative.

(make a wish)


Jessie Carty said...

oh i love that! the type of poem that makes you stop and read and read again :

Sherry said...

This is perfect for me today. Thank you. (And I am hoping to get my blog back up and running in the next month or two - thanks for visiting and leaving such a nice comment.)

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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)