ONE
DAY
One
day I'll follow the birds
disappearing
into the rain
going
in a hurry,
then
gone.
Glad
to be in flight again
but
not sure why I'm running.
There
are some wounds I never
speak about.
Some
things that words have done to me
that
none will ever know.
But
one gray day
I'll
follow a funeral out of town
on
the heels of the birds
next
