Life With Horace

poetry & essays

Fragment

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Each time I try to find
the edge of space, searching
in the darkest part of blue,
past stars and their hangers on
orbiting a single mote of dust,
it turns out I’m that bird
expecting infinity but
finding sudden glass.

 

For Mary Oliver.

Author: Life With Horace

Poetry & Essays

4 thoughts on “Fragment

  1. ❤️❤️❤️ Really like this ❤️❤️❤️

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