vagrancy
a foreigner with wings
surveying the land
the upper air icy cold
crystalized by the sun
they say the invader
is merely a wanderer
having arrived in peace
& perhaps to die here
december two thousand twenty-one
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I like the comparison between invaders and wanderers 🙂
Thanks for visiting again, Elizabeth, and commenting on this piece.