dispersion

Our kaleidoscope skies;

fragment together the sunrise.

Our horizon sees wilting,

then waning and eventually withering.

Our questions up rise like migration;

of birds flocking to find rest.

I wonder;

What do these birds make of us?

Our exodus agapes the mouth;

watching the migration in awe.

they pointed as we soar

with the winds not beneath our wings.

but we rode it like a wave

submerged by its intensity

we span our wings firmer.

and our feathers fluttered

Our diaspora we didn’t announce

we took flight from things that hurt us

dreamt of greener pastures

lost feathers in a haze;

the city and the suburbs in a mist.

we used to migrate in flocks;

and the world watched mouth agape

in awe.

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