swan
doctors give me
pills
and some of them
make me feel
better
and some
make me feel
worse
and there's so much
blue sky
in these
April mornings
I often find myself
spinning
or floating
through the nothing
of the past
and the nowhere
that
surrounds
me
I see a speck
of cloud—
maybe it's just
a piece
of
someone's
broken wing.
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