He’s leaving again, carrying the weight of
rain on his back, the small acts of life.
He knows that other cities are no different
that roads have no measure and all distance is foolish.
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despite their cages…”
indeedy. thank the stars for such birds, eh g?
these are lovely lines.
he was one of the sweetest sounding birds that ever flew… been listening to Little alot this past month or so. have you got a copy bruce? let me know… you really must hear that album.
i’ll swap you fer…
…well, something good.
There’s something very special about that last line….a perfect way to end the poem.
I love how you can turn little lights on in my head that I never knew about before. Thanks G, now I’m going to seek Mr Chesnutt and hear what he has to say.
Wow – great stuff Graham – enjoy your Easter holidays 🙂
Nice one! x
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