Reading My Life at Vox Poetica

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Cardinals.

Winter birds.

The birds that stay.

I’m ready to find myself

in a city I don’t know, amongst people who

don’t speak

or won’t speak my language.

Things I like to talk about in poems.

I’ve got a poem entitled Reading My Life over at Vox Poetica. It’s sort of appropriate since I’ve been feeling sort of anxious and angst-y lately. Like I’m ready for a do-over.

All the same many thanks to them for accepting it.