waving at me surreptitiously
standing fast are trees in obeyance
tied down by the roots projected
learning and unlearning the useless
protocols of life guiding us...
wound and re-wound are our minds
save the parts already sold...eyes, through the window glares
like birds of prey flying low
seeing with tunnel vision only that
which they are fixed upon,
nothing else matters,
nothing else is of concern...
drifting and grifting in flight,
are we that simple minded, say?
flights of life delayed without prey
resumed when faintly seen...
through the windows are too many
for one person to understand
the natural reason for families
dissipating into the wind like everything.
May 6, 2025
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