Picture?width=100&height=100 Danielle Willard

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Little Bird


Little Bird

Little bird,

you always sang so sweetly to me

I could hold you in the palm of my hand and watch your wings stretch

high, higher than a kite

trace the skies and stare up at the clouds like we lived forever,

little bird, don't you remember?

back when neighborhoods were carefree and safe

and I scraped my knees on the pavement from bike riding

drank from the garden hose and sang skip rope songs

the play ground was rickety and wooden

little bird, did you see how far we have come so far?

but I left my youth behind in a rusty old locker

forgotten, throw the graduation cap higher

my little bird,

where is my youth

my one desire.

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Mimi @mimidey
Nice. Evocative. Very good. :)