but the wind was gentle
hardly a wind
maybe a breeze
that tamed the sun
lengthened time
stretched, thickened,
behind my wings
*posted first in November 2020
but the wind*
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then
Then you will sit down
in the resting area
and you will be moved
when reaching the letter o
marveling over the words
then close the story drawer
before your bones crumble when being a duck…
It was one of those days when being a duck would have seemed enough, because then I would have seen where the road was leading.
but the wind
but the wind was gentle
hardly a wind
maybe a breeze
that tamed the sun
lengthened time
stretched, thickened,
behind my wings
between us
what we do on Sundays
belongs to us, only,
and what we see through the branches
will stay between us