I Know Why the Birdman Sings

A spot
Find a spot
There’s always
A spot

Eyes on the spot
Keep them on the spot
Hold tightly to the spot
While body spins
While world turns
While crowd gasps
While others fall

You will lose the spot
We all lose the spot
Forces set into motion
O’ercome the fiercest will
Snap back to the spot
Snap as though life itself
Hung in the moment
All but the spot flashes
Before you and find
Your spot.

Mike Luketichand can be followed on Twitter @mikeluketich

Categories: Poetry

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