To be so certain.
To freefall in an instant
towards a target,
slam a cold surface,
but never lose sight of desire.
To seize a startled prey
by the mouth
and take to the sky.
Everything pinned after,
realized.
To be so certain
once before I die.
©2023 | K.F. Hartless
d’Verse Poet’s Pub | Quadrille #182: Are You Pining for Poems?
Cover Art: Delaware Surf Fishing





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