Inspiration taken from the poem ‘Migration’ by Jenny George (Poem-A-Day website)
Unable
Red leaves assemble in the tree
that licks the sky above my house
long tongues wagging,
pointing and gloating at me
Now you know, they say.
Now you know what it is, to be fixed, immoveable,
and unable to r u n ..
stuck.
By the Silly-Savvy Salopian
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