The time
is finally here
time to leave
The birds
are
casting off
their moorings
The trees
are casting off
their
leaves
wind
feet
rake plow
I curse
the day
I threw a handful of poems
like dragon's teeth into the
sea
Even there
you reap as you sow
every word its own
demise
I skip
as the stones I throw
And do I wobble
I
dont fly
What are these black wings seeking?
to flutter? to beat
again?
Word to the wise:
when the waves retreat
don't go
looking for the sea
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