Wings To My Flight

A quarter of a million people

  read my poetry last year

 

Five hundred thousand eyes,

  five hundred thousand ears

 

I write every day with the

  humble knowledge of this

 

 To offer some solace,

   to be never remiss

 

They guide me much more

  than they ever will know

 

To help form the words

  that keep me in tow

 

I feel like I know them

  when I write late at night

 

As they call through the darkness

  —giving wings to my flight

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

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