Sunday, May 5, 2024

Connections

                 Connections       


The big white bird

with black wing tips*

was flying low

alone

away...

hours pass.


I read of fields and farms,

of migrations,

of hope

and dreams-

of hunger

and hard work.


By chance I look up

thinking- digesting

themes

to see

three big white birds

with black wing tips

flying low

in the opposite direction.


poem copyright ©2024 Anne Selden Annab


*Snow Goose

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