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Always after reading
poetry
I fly like ducks for life

poetry is my season for love

a fat girl goes by and
I wonder what it is like
to walk so full
as she must wonder what it is like
to run so empty
(what do our bodies mean?)
I cant tell her: read poetry

you will see a boy with spiky hair
and a gallant stride

and it won’t matter
about full or empty
or if you are tired

or that words in migration
are only emulation:

you will love
simply
that he exists
and that the secret moment
you kissed

has flown like ducks into Poetry

by Zoe Nyght

Comments (1)

Zoe, interesting spin on poetry... or should I say 'words in migration'? Excellent write! ! Brian