Journey of the Spirit

by November 20, 2011 0 comments

Having arrived
journey done
drifting on feathers
burnt through
a sputtering flame
licking its own wounds
after so many miles
millennia of appetite
and sky—
who would have thought
the earth would be so
cold?

editors note:

A shivering soar and glide to roost, but not rest, on an empty stomach. Cold, indeed! – mh

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