I am tied to a pole unable to loose myself. Limp, light, waiting for something free and strong to fill me out and up. And every time help comes, we struggle. The bonds tighten and pull at my whole self. I’m filled with intention in those moments, and hope. There is so much to do,…
Month: December 2018
A fat duck
A fat duck sits on the fenceHindquarters engulf a narrow metal barTail feathers criss-crossed, forest green and surprising whiteThe odd head-bulb, quiet, sharply cocked How does she do that,Wonders a bare-leafed winter treeThe thickly covered silver green carpetWaits to be crushed Ice-tipped mud oozing and stiffAs lowly quackers trample and hopeHopping, stepping, openingWings to embrace…
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