Clipped

by Skyfire   Oct 28, 2020


The birds flock
in the brisk October sky
and I wonder if I
too could be free -
carried on currents
of chilled sunlight
and frosted leaves
or
am I constrained
by the patterns I carry
the traumatic tattoos
that tell my fate
as pre-conceived,
dooming me
to a neverending
spiraled circle.

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