AJ

Flightless

No crows feet 

In this quiet town 

Lineaments on a faded map

Aged by the passers through 

 

No other beating hearts

But the hummingbird round my neck 

Weary by the fast 

Weary in the slow

 

Laughter came and went 

Anger had it’s agons 

And at last the noise is gone

Too weary to go on