placenta – Opinions Of Eye

“The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet

and greet unknown fate.“

– O. Henry

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In the early dawn, the dark and the bright birth

My silver cage flew open, and I wandered,

Aimless

In the cool of the morning, the placenta of night

My foundling feet find rhythm, and I wandered,

Aimless

In the heat of noon, the umbilical light a rage

My downy wings grow furious, and I wandered,

Aimless

In the dying day, the flower of life now closing

My infant dreams lay in grasses, and I wandered,

Aimless

Also published in Broowaha Magazine

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