The aging poet has a broken wing,
the metaphor so tired it cannot
take flight. By night, he glides above
dark waters on a moist and swirling
wind. By day, planes are falling
heavy from the unmindful skies.
The aging poet has a broken wing,
the metaphor so tired it cannot
take flight. By night, he glides above
dark waters on a moist and swirling
wind. By day, planes are falling
heavy from the unmindful skies.
