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smokingbootWiping down my feathers
from the old year
soot, sea-salt, tar
and more blood than I realised.
Untangled the plastic around my feet,
breathed in the new year.
Let it lift me though
I knew it might fare no better
being its parent's child.
The old say 'Believe We Are.'
The young say 'Believe We Will Be.'
And I say nothing but let
my wings speak for me.
from the old year
soot, sea-salt, tar
and more blood than I realised.
Untangled the plastic around my feet,
breathed in the new year.
Let it lift me though
I knew it might fare no better
being its parent's child.
The old say 'Believe We Are.'
The young say 'Believe We Will Be.'
And I say nothing but let
my wings speak for me.
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Date: 2024-01-01 05:59 pm (UTC)Happy New Year, my friend. To '24. Onward and upward.
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Date: 2024-01-02 07:21 am (UTC)