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Of birds

I cannot stand these cages we make

see how we fly, how we try to be free

I have let go of every bird, I’ve ever thought I owned

I see them in dreams now and then

I watched their wings turn against the winds

saw some tattered, fly home again.

I loved the swoop and dive

the diaphanous delight of downy feathers

in winter, gathering cozy all around me

I am mesmerized by dark wings

the trick and glint of light

it warms like fire, a place

to dream by.

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