Driving Home From Santa Rosa

by Andrew Dufresne
Wild Poetry Forum
Third Place, May 2018
Judged by < a href="http://ibpc.webdelsol.com/judges/rt-castleberry">R.T. Castleberry


I was looking for a map to the destination,
knowing that you are always where you
need to be.

I see birds flying in random patterns, they are
not restless but driven. They are driven
to survive.

They do not complain about their wings.
They do not try to free caged birds.
They fly right by.

I was looking for a key to the kingdom
when there was no kingdom, only earth,
and everything exalted.

There is butchery everywhere the hungry
hope for more of what passes for glory,
but I am flying home.


Restless and driven, I like the repetition and a narrative line that may meander but rights itself quickly toward home. --R.T. Castleberry

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