he’s just winging it he says
beating the air with all the power
he can find from the memories
of all he cannot forget and even more
that he has, just winging it
as if that is not enough; somehow
undirected, uninformed of
meter and other rules of style;
just winging it he says
forgetting that the wings
create shadows under
which others take
refuge; shadows that touch
other shadows sparking
a bridge.
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