Can't Really Fly

how we try to grow wings
the efforts exerted
ask the hornets

we try to be one like
the herons
yet we failed for we get stuck
to mud
and we take in too much water
and look what has happened
to our hands

we melt and back to the ditch again
we have become the runners
with the water
deep down under the sewage
with the stink
and soon we sink
with the pebbles
buried with all
dirt

can't really fly
like a gnat
i told you so
but anyway let us just be us
in this
contented silence

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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