looking up at a breach
in dark roiling clouds
I imagine flying up and through
and wending my way to safety
61 years old
and I'm still a child at heart
the world the rim of a grave
and struggle against the falling dirt
Content (c) 2008-2014 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
Monday, July 28, 2014
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