"The beak descends, the air is furious with blurs, drab against the snowless city day....Allow me to sit between you and the piercing sharpened roving eye for just a little time."
Sitting side by side with this poem from @marywordymary
#poems #metaphor #condolence #solace
https://sweetlit.com/issue-13-3/poet-mary-alexandra-agner/