One true line breaks the circling nonsense.
Like now, how I’m watching out the window
at a wretched bird that eats dead things and
about how I want not to call it by name.
When it’s so simple to say what it is,
and yet we’ve gone and filled it up again.
We’ve gone and filled it so very up.
For no reason it still is, circling,
and taking what is ours when we first
think it, as only a Vulture does, after
it assumes we’re gone.
-M. Taggart
I like it… the wretched bird, so very up. But I’m not sure what it means. Could you explain it?
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Morning! I’m not wanting to give my POV away…just yet. In any case, it can mean to you whatever you’d like it to mean. Cheers!
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