Tuesday, November 06, 2012

Still Rising

I feared for our wings
irreplaceable treasure
as winter comes on a
pie won't save weight
nothing is fresh more
plausible leaders can
explain all mistakes
still rising wind lifts
the level of all ocean
deity takes apologies
what shall we do now

1 comment:

  1. marya7:23 PM

    And the rising wind lifts our wing bones and our clavicles as we dream and breathe in each new day! xo to you, Michael. Thank you...