Pigeon dipping and diving,
Elegantly pirouetting in summer light.
My heap of metal rolls noisily along,
Overtaking nature’s sky dancer;
What have we become,
We sentient beings with unused wings?
A little sadness and shame in me
Shuffles toward a motionless grave.
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Flick's Poetry & Thoughtfield: “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” Rumi
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