#1614 - the lion's share

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the lion’s share

 

here’s luck

like the iceberg under

 

the day apart

 

doing what one can

is able

 

blank mind

blank heart

an empty sky

 

and this on the day

 

no temperature

no time

 

I wasn’t there

I’m not

and won’t be either

 

keeping hope alive

an abduction

we, all of us, go into the weather

 

even tired of ourselves –

products in our own right

 

words of prayer

still hang from the clouds

no reception upstairs

 

every bird

to its own death flown

reckless of last light