aerial conversations
I forgive and forget
it’s easy to do
or so the birds of the sky
tell me so
they speak to me often
believing I’m not listening
but I fool them
and take everything in
there’s nothing to forgive
ergo nothing to forget
I keep telling myself
like a man in a trance
when I’m alone
the birds of the sky
keep me company
they think I don’t notice
but I most certainly do
as time passes
they learn to trust and believe
feeding from my hand
as I stand like a statue in the wind
my eyes fixed
above the setting sun
they speak about life
and speak about death
but when I ask what will come next
their chatting becomes silence
and I am left to imagine
all on my own
may two thousand nineteen
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Just beautiful.
thank you so much
I can see this.
Thank you, Lara/Trace.