Proxy

by mkvecchitto

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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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