Arguments with destiny: 9

“I am the parrot
brought from the sea:” ~ D. Bonta

What are you?

A bridge made through its making,
a sorrow sewn for wings.

A meal composed of fragments,
a vineyard thick with remaindered fruit.

A letter that circumnavigated the globe
to recall what it wanted to say.

A body ordered to leave at the same time
it’s pushed to the ground.


In response to Via Negativa: Poet in public.

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