Hungry Mouth

November 1, 2024

passing by the birds in the park
my shadow falls onto an unsuspecting, hungry mouth
if I move, will it see me?
if I breathe, can I get away?

be still. breathe.
I move my shadow, and the tension eases.
it's a still day, each of us here wandering about
I fell in love in a park. it's a collection of hills and grass
and it's precious, like the venom in impassioned speech
I'm whisked away by what we're all lost in
a deluge that makes us hungry
the need for more, the commodification of self

passing by the birds in the park
my shadow falls onto an unsuspecting, hungry mouth
if I pet it, will it smile?
if I feed it, will it come with me?
    

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