Posted in Poetry

small deaths looming

Posted on by Jeanne

clipped wings
found the feathers

who wastes their life?
bundled in piles
yellowed-papers
faded ink scribbles

unable to decipher his path forward
white lady
entangles with her promises.

(To my distant blogging friend who inspires. 4/16/2018)

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