these are my letters
to myself.

Message to Readers

Feedback appreciated.

~~ running ~~

February 4, 2019



Like a hawk on
The dirt, chasing the chicken,
Wings out, fanning the dust, and -

How we move, like air on
The earth; Buffalo hooves
Turning the soil up, like a -

Gypsy flips the tarot card,
Grinning within green eyes,
Hopeful as the lightning -

Is struck, like a bell, like a man
In the dirt, a bullet bolted
On his brain; we plow forwards -


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  • paperbird

    this is a m a z i n g
    you have a unique style of poetry but it's beautiful in its own right

    almost 2 years ago