Individual’s individual,
summation of one
The snow always fresh,
no marks on the trail
Those tracks left by others,
a map to retreat from
Direction internal
—new spirit to hail
(The New Room: November, 2021)
Birds Of A Feather
Not to be agreed with…
just to be heard
The flock singing hollow,
reechoing words
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)