The birds that stay.
I’m ready to find myself
in a city I don’t know, amongst people who
or won’t speak my language.
Things I like to talk about in poems.
I’ve got a poem entitled Reading My Life over at Vox Poetica. It’s sort of appropriate since I’ve been feeling sort of anxious and angst-y lately. Like I’m ready for a do-over.
All the same many thanks to Vox Poetica for accepting it.