Poets
By: L. P. Thomas
Sharing dark secrets with a fellow poet leads to an image.
Poets
Black birds against a grey sky,
we gather.
The flutter of our words rustle
over pages
penned in pain.
We speak not of the horrors
to one another,
letting discovery occur
if one examines
a poem feather,
dropped from
the wings of our past.
© Copyright 2006 L. P. Thomas
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