Sunday, April 22, 2018

Rob Schackne #640 - "Lord, all islands must soon learn to fly"

Lord, all islands must soon learn to fly
gold seams and the roots trailing
their water wells and mysteries
like a plumber's bad day at work
we watch it go, the writer's tears
the promises that went desperate
not soon but too soon, my love
sending blessings to ourselves
my love, we said farewell
the birds will teach them
migration, magnetism
the tricks of moving through air
a new faint sound of music
a poetry of another road
they will be invisible


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