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Nov 2019
And so and so
off I go on my
unbroken flight
carrying a bowl
of broken wings
none of which fit
quite right-
cast offs for the
incurable and for
those of us less
durable
(god speed
they say
which means
exactly
what?)
nothing
in two syllables
and sailing headlong
into the abyss
while answers hang
from questions
the gods sleep their
unbroken sleep
meanwhile twist
so many lovers
the broken slumber
of the horribly
remiss
Jennifer Beetz
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Jennifer Beetz  55/F/USA
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