home again
poetry cascading
over a rock slide
gently grinds it
into sand
a lot of stone
in my heart
the rhythm stops
it's a red flag
word murmurations
have disconnected
flown the coup
and scattered
to the wind
pretty birds ...
fly home again
Copyright © Steven Young | Year Posted 2024
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