The Wind That Takes Them
The Wind That Takes Them
Sit for a moment under a moist sun, protected by leafy borders. Sit there child, like a rock does. In a moment you will be all the poems that ever were, and most that will one day be. Let them go into the wild. Blow them to the wind. They'll be back, but first they'll forget how wonderful it first felt.
written for the april poem-a-day every-once-in-a-while exercise
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