My latest five-line poem hit me as soon as I sat down tonight at the laptop and randomly (using Spotify’s Discover feature, so not that randomly) happened upon this song:
The album cover art inspired me.
When the Leaves Stopped Singing
what do you do when your wings don’t work?
delay, curl the branch of the rotting tree until
your feet decay, too, and watch as the leaves
learn to leap and float off into the horizon,
and you can only hope they remember you.