Vindicated
Winter in New York
the few stars we can see
in its urban sky
are about to appear
You've triumphed!
Seems that your
old
beliefs
were really the
ones you should have
known would remain
true
Birds winging overhead
don't have to worry
about being right or wrong
They just fly south when the
cold winds blow
But you are vindicated
and can smile discreetly
at the image in the mirror
laugh softly
at the absurdity of it all
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2010
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