by mkvecchitto


a gray gull floats

on currents of seaborne dreams

escaping time on patchwork skies


I don’t remember the wind

chasing away this chill that

settled into my old bones


Don’t stop, I urged

watching the carefree bird

explore the heavens



photo: Pixabay


prompts: WordPress Daily Post, Poetic Asides April PAD, Pilgrimage Press, #becomingfragile



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2 Comments to “Proxy”

  1. So poignant, so beautifully written for everyone to relate to….

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