a flock
of birds heading south,
v shaped
on soft wings,
glide through the chilled
blue sky.
they take turns
leading, falling back,
then rising
higher, dipping lower.
they know
what we know,
but have little, if
anything to say
about it.
they just go.
Friday, November 3, 2017
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