Lisa Kilhefner and Sukia

Sukia

Inspiration Piece

Lisa Kilhefner

Response

No flock

On your wing again, I hang on, again,
india ink in a fountain pen.
I see you only in this way – a bird
that may not flit; a word
that needs a page to hide on.

Shoot me out; the nest is hush
and stripped of color. Gone is the rush
 you were. Greige now masquerades as blue.
The day collapses, a hint, my queue
to find a horse to ride on.

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