but as our characters continue to tell their tales this week, please read beyond the new work below to remember and reflect with . . .

everything

everything has changed
i've lost my wings, gone cut
only these bloodied stumps
remain
but may be comforts lie
within this cold swept sea
its gray grows round
the shallow sky
barely filled with thinnest airs
cloudless into the farthest place
given up all strength
to toss the waters
support the aging storm
are these my red soaked feathers
good only as an ornament
the discards of one final day
i can stand here for some hours
though it's too late to turn
it's not too late for small regrets
when everything has changed