Thursday, April 18, 2013

I hear the night is free . . .

I hear the night is free, it’s cold enough.
Confused, birds go south rather than stay north.
Mid-April in a far northern outpost.

There is no revising the last chapter.
Everything ends before it can begin.
Now to look for what happens in between.

(18 April 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander

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