Floating by with the ducks
Holding on to feathers
Like gentle boats
Something just below
Moves and makes ripples
Tossing us around
A new storm upon the surface
Of a normally calm pond
This is my journey.
— Nate Long “Owl”
Floating by with the ducks
Holding on to feathers
Like gentle boats
Something just below
Moves and makes ripples
Tossing us around
A new storm upon the surface
Of a normally calm pond
This is my journey.
— Nate Long “Owl”