10 November 2012

In every heart

In  every 
flocked formation "V"
fleeing south
away from the 
chilly
breath of 
winter
there is a goose
dreaming of 
one day
flying free
on her own



In every
midnight’s orchestra
hiding from the haze 
of the full moon 
in the long shadows 
of the ancient one
there’s a cricket
with a dream
of singing
his own song
one day

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