Winterscore ©
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Our ship now an anchor
Our ship now an anchor
It's no longer afloat
Our kite now tethered to
A tree limb like a boat
Our future without weight
A kite without a tail
No sense of gravity
Or motion in our sail
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