Elizabeth Locke

(Carlsbad, California, USA)

Soliloquy

You look at me
A silver bird with trailing plume of white
And I look down at you.
You toil below and till the fields,
You question, tend the young and bake the bread.
You love, you dream
And build the roads
To everywhere and back again. And I?
Today I skim the clouds and touching stars

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