Friday, November 4, 2022

"...wings"



Dream.
Old building. 
A child's shadow a moving weeping shadow. 

Morph. 
I wore rags. Person gave me a silver dollar. 
Said I could sleep on the roof. Birds would protect me. 
"They protect everyone here." 
I slept in the eternal noon as wings sailed above.


 

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