Flying South

You do not notice

That I am saying goodbye.

Like Monarch flies south

 

 

Careless if my wings

Will carry me the distance,

Fly is what I do.

 

 

Glimpsing a bright space

Of azure sky I catch wind

Bound for something more.

 

 

Did you ever care

For more than beautiful wings?

Work here soon complete.

 

 

A poem is simply

A decoction of the heart,

Drops of golden truth,

 

 

Dripping from my pen.

Contrail soon to disappear,

A single wing beat.

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