Connie Peters' poems in progress
Finding my placecrumbling red-head you’ve known the seafar too long, forgive meif I move on to those young enough to climbacrobats, imitators of leaves, still the skyis out of reach, so I’ll say good-byein favor of those who have broken through the cloudsnoble animals but so much unknown herefeet on the ground, it is now clearI should find one who flies heart and soulstep off, child, and find your wingsI won’t move on to other thingstime must be frozen for you to flyso here I’ll stay
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Finding my place
crumbling red-head you’ve known the sea
far too long, forgive me
if I move on to those young enough to climb
acrobats, imitators of leaves, still the sky
is out of reach, so I’ll say good-bye
in favor of those who have broken through the clouds
noble animals but so much unknown here
feet on the ground, it is now clear
I should find one who flies heart and soul
step off, child, and find your wings
I won’t move on to other things
time must be frozen for you to fly
so here I’ll stay
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