Dear Birds
Tell the wind what you saw today:
down on a knee, a man
tied his shoes, and on its belly,
a dog chewed a stick.
The grass here is cool
and the yellow leaves fall.
This is defiance—mine, small.
Tell the wind as the wind
wants nothing of this,
and the clouds slough by,
ambivalent.
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/q4c9ru/tell_me_traveler/
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Posted Oct 11, 2021, 12:06 PM UTC
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