Scrubbed Clean Poem by Steven Federle
Scrubbed Clean
Rating: ★5.0
the blue sky
scrapes
black space
and wind fills my face,
raises me to heights
beyond fear, beyond
siren-calls
at crossings
unstoppable
as ancient trains glide,
inexorably
grinding
fate;
but higher I’ll fly,
beyond the stench of ruin.
foul grief cannot follow
to where I’ll go, lifted
by the constant,
immaculate
wind.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
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4/19/2024 4:20:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The yearning to soar above fate - beautifully expressed Steven. A great poem indeed.