by Matt Aspin

I don’t know the answer. Okay?
Let’s just get that right out of the way.

I’ve got some seeds. You harness the sun.

Who better than us to feed the migration?

And maybe, just maybe, survive hand to mouth.

And maybe, just maybe, make it all the way south.

And maybe, just maybe, arrive before night,

And miraculously, grateful see the future full light. 

Love to live to see this, but more real to say,  

May the flock of our words carry life til that day.

 

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