i don't write a whole lot of poetry yet, but i think that being free from musical constraint while writing words could be good for me, so here we go...

{thanksgiving bird}

this morning has transformed
my floor into pink obscuration
underneath my grey wing

soaring over ohio or michigan
today is a short term migration
coast line breaks
curve of great lake

descending into detroit
my metal left in long term
it's swedish anyway

and i've overshot home by the erie's length
i'll travel it again in about an hour
my wing banks skyward spiraling down
sheetmetal feathers flutter
my feet, wheels, i think they're down (but they weren't)
sun brightening orange through eastward windows
replaced by fluorescents
pitch and yaw over industry's descent
two thirds home, i guess

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