lost in sight
this idea of flight
wings freshly pressed
hanging in walk-in closet
a voice inside
recalling the ride
as if only yesterday
the universe became free
oh that song
it’s been so long
snapping your fingers
whistling with perfect pitch
eyes intertwined
repaired over time
memories wide open
these unburdening wings
september two thousand twenty
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they’re everywhere
outside the sunroom feeding
barely audible & hurrying
inside hanging like glass angels
kept afloat by invisible wires
nobody dare notices
september is here upon us
mindlessly giving & taking
asking nobody for any favors
uncomfortably sitting still
depending upon the light
doors & windows open & shut
repeating every so often
winds die down & return to life
at the slightest command
it’s best not to give in
as you see like anything else
september always ends
desperate wings all aflutter
effectively fanning the fire
september two thousand twenty
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they fell from the sky
these transparent wings of mine
tattered and torn
and superfluously useful
night and day I stitched away
new leather onto old
rubbing and shining and redefining
a finer shade of gold
I hung them all alone inside
an unlit closet
wherein they stretched and glowed
and quietly repaired
imperfections I could not mend
january two thousand fourteen
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she found me weeping
on the river rock
my breathing shallow
my vision focusing
on distant memories
of an endless sky
i had no recollection
of the terrible beating
my body had taken
had barely remembered
how she lifted me up
and carried me away
she used her gifts
to mend my lonely heart
and tattered wings
restoring my will
to take to the sky
and find my way home
november two thousand twelve
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