I entered the kitchen and expected to dispose of the bottles I felt a sense of relief when they were all gone I no longer have to live under the pretense I knew all along, love – I knew. And yet, my heart beats with excitement Love, I miss you, and I don’t But for the first time in the last decade I think I’ll truly have a good morning.
A Fowl Sonnet – Charlotte Gottilla You roam the grounds, uninhibited and free. One with nature, a relic of times long past, Your vast domain extends all over the country. You are the product of evolution, an ideal beast at last. Your sure path frees me from the confines Of now-meaningless schedules and start-times. You are not concerned with human designs And you are not ruled by the clock’s ticking chimes. No one will sway you once you embark on your quest. No waving hand nor blaring horn nor angered word Will stop you as you persevere without rest. Fixated on your journey, you cannot be deterred. Men may want you to move, but you will refuse You are insolent and headstrong, a Canada goose.
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