Until We Fly – a poem

Jane Tawel

Until We Fly

by Jane Tawel

September, 2019

When we go

How slow

How fast

Nothing changes

Nothing lasts.

This life

like sleet, it

does not stick, it’s–

so fleeting.

The heat melts,

and melds with cold

The heart stays young

But body and mind grow old.

Death parades us

like the trained

Animals we are.

Reality, feigned us,


We fly with stars.


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