sedimentary birds of no cloth

sedimentary birds of no cloth
creep and crawl like lost prayers
on beaches abandoned by the rich

the meager is a wind a salutation
to the breath we all share
a momentous blinking to the sky

seeping delving I riveting eye
cross hairs in the distance
where there is so much pain

solve me riddle me dare me
the last of my days with you
are all that matters




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-09-05 at 18:14

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