This Bird, This Metaphor
There is the question of life and I
Questioned it again on my way to
The next town, somewhere in between
This place and wherever this road
Takes me, and I drew a bird once with
Only one wing and it flew in circles on
My page, around and around and finally
Gave up and sat just lead and lines
And now I follow these lines, this gray road
To another place where I will find yet
Another metaphor for life, it is a compass
Without a north, it is a lie without
A point, it is a grit toothed smile
It is a sunset without a moon, it is one
Step after one step, left than right, than
Circle and circle and slowly, slowly fade
poem by Ben Paynter
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