The effort, the deep down-hinge of wings
a sea sigh
we feel
as the osprey rise
ever higher, into thinner
atmospheres, and
we can’t remember, sand
in the corners of our eyes.
New Ways Awake
Posted Week 06 by Joa · No Comments
Tags: poetry
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