Poem: The landscapes you fly over are me

The landscapes you fly over are
me. 
whether you're a man, 
or a bird.  

The landscapes of me tell you stories of
what could have been. 

Over a cup of coffee, nothing
was. 

Only now, from above, as a bird, 
you can see that and know it. 

You used to look for answers in 
books. 
Don't.

It's all here, waiting to be told, 
in my eyes, 
in front of you, 
over a cup of coffee. 

It's here now, 
as it was before. 

whether you're a man, 
or a bird.  


Inspired by the words: landscapes, stories, why, coffee, birds, books

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