The Flight

The Flight

I was awakened 

this morning, 

the first day 

of November, 

under grey 

and light, 

the dawn 

of North 

and Western skies, 

I pushed back 

the curtains, 

opened the window, 

and above me, 

a hundred geese 

maybe more 

were leaving 

heading for places 

warmer, 

where shadows 

linger 

a little longer, 

where I am 

just a memory, 

as this years 

last summer, 

my footsteps, left 

upon the sands, 

life and tides 

high 

across windswept 

skies

and shores.

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