Untitled Poem #-12

Posted: December 28, 1991 in Poetry
Tags: , ,

I shot my poem
with a bow I strung
high away in the air
up over the sun.
I fly when I’m lonely
with no one around.
wild spinning up softly,
ending up on the ground.

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