Sunday, October 4

poem that drives me


there are three
birds on the top
of one street light
shining on the highway

it is where
the rearview will be
but not yet no

don't scare what is
going to happen
into not happening

give in to what
is happening to us
right now

I pass those birds
and while I am looking
they fly towards
the cloud
so so
far above

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