Currents - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Currents

Dreams eclipsed,
Traditional currents
Scrubbing everything a
Pale shade of average.
Arms resting on the
Windowsill, she sees
Far-away places where
Birds fly freely.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer