parched skinny sky – November 29

11.29.2014

across a parched skinny sky

flocks skim southward

on an unconscious

inner guide we know

nothing of.

 

aliens from feathers

and fin we observe

but connect not.

 

stretched afar by

our self-chosen

distractions,

we have lost touch.

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