encounteringA Poem by DorothyParker
a falcon flies to breathe
a falcon hunts to live he has to always change and change directions rapidly. punctuality in his tooth, guile in feathers brass in beak. he saw me for a second we connected alone, air our best attire. you and I, crumbs of this world, nobody knows nobody wants to. © 2016 DorothyParker |
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Added on May 6, 2016 Last Updated on May 6, 2016 Author
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