Wings and Tied

It has been a long time

Since I have listened to chirping or

A flutter

A far cry from usual territory

Out of range by a long




Like a propeller, where there is a chill

In the air


Or do not if your bones permit

If your fragility

Has not caught up with you

And your garb is puffed and fluffed


In flight you are


On solid ground

You are canvass and backdrop

All in one



And glide

In a most translucent way

That there may be less chance

Of foul and etched irritants

From gilded feathers


Of a nuisance.




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