Skylarks - Poem by Tony Towle
In August I will visit a distant land, and in September
a beautiful woman will fall in love with me.
In autumn I look out the window.
In December I go to the movies.
The cameras return from the ends of the earth.
We are shown as silent and generous heroes,
liberated into the sea,
calm, showing desire to the fish,
wavering, set free from a thousand shackles.
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