empty pages

writing

 

empty pages
more than real life
all of the answers
let air out of the tires
make it again
but only temporarily
like the last eight
beneath my feet
if no birds sang
we can’t hear what they say
a lily with the other
unable to express
by strength
by perservence
to fill the small minded predator
without regret or reserve

april 2015

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