Taking Flight

Taking Flight

What we've burned
there still is use for.
Ash, like snowflakes settling
dousing landscape,
sounds muted as if smothered,
a page of words released
like doves.
Published
Categorized as Licks

By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

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