Dec 8, 2017
not sure about this one.. i never know, honestly... Selective Progress Seabird hovers in the moody bleak that's tucked at the joint of autumn and winter. Cold collects in the slush and hardens feathers. Some make it through in miraculous fashion.. While others overheat, flapping broken against the wind. The benevolence of bones underfoot keeps the damaged from stitching bloody circles into traffic. It's only tragic if the leftovers go uneaten. . . . #poem #poetry #autumn #winter #seabird #notsure #poet #wendigo