I wish I was
a thought
of yours
gliding away
from a city
busy with strangers
and sunshine.
I’d get caught
in the claws
of sparrows
in line,
released from their
pact with the skies.
I’d become heir
to the resting wings,
one among the feathers,
where live stranded
a thousand colours.
In the city busy
with strangers
and sunshine.
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Photo: Doreen Dee
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