તરાન પીસાં | Flight Feathers

By and | 1 October 2016

mob of pelicans
big way here
crowding that jetty
like a family photo

don’t feel it?
it’s bad air

from the top of the lake
to the mountains
is tree war country

light catches pink
throats of conflict

make a boat traditional way and cover this lake
make a desk traditional way and cover this page
we want something back from this water
taste the salt but not
the tears
the pelicans are leaving us
like a line of words
quicker than the tongue
drift glide sail waft
fly
fly away
something happened here.

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