Your Standard, Sugary Love Poem

We may be vultures, spiraling
Toward each other, miles away
In the cold winter air. One of us,
I won't say who, may be roadkill,
Seen by the other, who's desperate
To feed, drawing down slowly,
Claws set to clench and snatch up
What's been missing. Both visions
Possible, which comes to be?
It's still too early to tell.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-01-21 at 18:41

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