Carol Pearce-Worthington

There Alone Again

the wind the morning grey my cooling tea so many birds heavy in a tree my bank pen skips here and there grey day already so full without me and my cherished details debated taken away needs forewarned told warranted licensed taxed what I do is what I have always done get up go on lost in the quick change of technology letting go of the strange the night and sleep that travels me my wavering branches weighed forgotten forgetting words that mother forgot if I could take you with me I would the lonely journey…

morning
and the bent flower
open