We continue to fly

around in circles

and are amazed

when we wind up

right back

where we began.



We have stayed

this course

for sixteen years.


Circling around

and around

and around

live vultures.





About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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