I imagine we are penguins;
Stoic, cold,
mute and flightless.
Our every step
cautious
careful!
Fearfully slipping
by one another
on the icefields
of our desire…
Lest we sprout feathers in gaudy colors,
or gracelessly learn to fly.
Categories:
Penguins
April 3, 2008
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