Tuesday, July 29, 2014

A Pigeons Faithfullness


A Pigeons Faithfulness

 Survey my position and report.
"I am stuck." I squeak.
But no one hears. 
The earth will turn and I will wait.

Faith in the flutter of the compass needles addiction to north.
Who holds my heart as the needles spins?
A face frozen by structure cannot smile- nor laugh.
It does not mean I have been unhappy.
Walk on and don't look back at my demise.
My meeting goes on unmet.

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