Move On
surrounded by white birds
who bring me an apron.
I discover the guts of this day
until it's carcass breaks free from my lips.
I'm glad I am gone
it is good to leave,
to fresh air
a clear day
and a smile
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2011
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