Monday, November 16, 2009

Dismantled

Leaning precariously on a tottering crutch,
betrayed by limbs of an aging vessel,
robbed of dignity, mobility, civility
I fight against prevailing winds

Grasp, therefore, a mere semblance of worth,
while clinging, submerged in deluge of change,
longing for isolation: run away, run away!
I am stork, and heron, and flamingo.

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