AdriftI don't know where I am going, and I'm
Not sure why you'd want to know.
The daylight is dying. Hummingbirds
Whir by as if they had no idea that I was
Here. They sip. They get spooked,
And, abruptly, they leave, while I
Stay. I just stay. I don't know where
I'm going. Probably nowhere. I've
Been lots of places. Not one
Made me think I was home.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2021-06-06 at 02:33
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