Endless lockdown

Shanghai quarantine poem #9

A small bird flying.
One wing- flap
for freedom.
One wing-flap
for a death rattle.
And a life
of abandonment.
Is this how it ends….
The birds inherit
the earth?
Stretching out,
I think not.
I hear the roar of sea.
And distant
shrouds of beauty.
Each moment,
a time to exist.
Into a new day.

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