“Fog” — C.Birde, 1/20
In
the aftermath,
when
lodestones
fail
and needles
spin
like dust and
pollen and
starlit turmoil –
adrift.
Forward,
onward,
back
obscured.
Turning,
turning –
’till fog and
uncertainty
surrender
to dawn’s
sigh
of clarity.
— C.Birde, 1/20
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