Flying Home In The Evening Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Flying Home In The Evening
Flying Home in the Evening
He looked through his windshield
And saw birds flying home.
It was that time they would.
He looked carefully as they flew.
Their direction of flight
Was correct and right
Before there came the night.
He was also going home.
He drove on the freeway fast
And saw alas that other
Drivers were moving at his speed too.
They were as the birds flying home.
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