The clouds and the sky play peek-a-boo,
the wind uncertain whether to bring
storm or flower-light,
as I am uncertain whether to stay
or follow the tug on my suspenders.
I don’t know how to know.
What will I miss in the here
or the there, the birds refuse
to reveal the truth
of my flight line.
The clouds refuse to stay.
I wonder. Should I follow.
published in Medusa's Kitchen
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