#poetry post

“I am keenly aware

that my feelings

do not make a dent in his life,

but deep down,

in a place of twisted compassion,

I know

I wouldn’t really want them to.

So I’ll watch out the car window

with a rubber neck

as someone

who looks an awful lot like me

gets absolutely totaled;

the wailing sirens

and flashing lights

performative afterthoughts

of warning.”

- d.c.

As the wind blows through the forest

With withered leaves and flowers

I shall fly in early dawn

The trackless sky,towards the shores

Of sunset

Rabindranath Tagore