tiny birds // poem

tiny birds flutter past 

your brokenness

their transience

an aching reminder

of a cycle

we cannot

slip away from

in this movement

of life and flight

there is freedom

we cannot fly

so we wade

through pools

of love/grief

swimming elegantly

headfirst into waves


for alleviation

on stolen shores

and in the dance of birds

high above us

speckled shadows

dotting a winter dusk sky

they call out

melodies of reprieve 

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