In The End Poem by Steven Federle

In The End



In the end
will my I rise
like cranes flying
through obdurate fog,
keen eyes splitting the milky sky,
swimming the windy sea
to clearer air beyond
high dawn's
looming
trees?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
Close
Error Success