Saturday, October 10, 2015

FLYING






Jacek Yerka, 2011

Leaving the Port of Care

I drift

On ripples new and dare

To lift

Above trees and ascend

 Stark fright

Alighting a gust of wind

Floating down the night.



A response to magpietales/blogspot.com
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1 comment:

  1. AnonymousOctober 12, 2015 at 5:56 AM

    Your words,
    like the crescent moon,
    beneath tree tops,
    still in full view.

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