these are the coalsmoke wings
the oilslick feathers
each a dizzy spiraling martyr
how many times must
the wing evolve
modifying limbs
until the correct vessel
for flight appears
we are rocks with voices
we are the earth subducting ourselves
gravity’s pull
is action at a distance
I really like this one. (K)
Thank you!
“we are rocks with voices
we are the earth subducting ourselves”
Fantastic.
Thank you 🙏
Oh, yeah! Rolling stones gather no moss, baby.
❤️
xo
Brilliant!
Thank you!
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From a poet who always delivers:
Thanks very much!