i chase letters
wind blown
reaching
grabbing
z
q
x
y
vowels race
fly swift
a winning
e a close second
me
a distant third
hands full
not a single
word formed
pdgr
jjhg
kmnygfd
i release
them all
like a flock of birds
they take to wing
and
i
am
left
stranded
YOU ARE READING
barbed wire
PoetryA collection of strange little poems that really don't fit anywhere else. Part of my 2019-2020 Poetry Challenge.
