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******* ****** ***** **** *** ** * A bird trapped in a room is good luck (they say) What would the bird say? A common housefly will wear itself out trying to find its way back outside (a sun-filled window will deceive it) Exhausted both might die the bird, its wing broken the fly, dried up lying at the windowsill (the sun pouring in, the wind coming through the screen" (their dreams unreachable--outside the pane of glass) A cripple with her dangle-leg remembers dancing all night long and walking without the reassurance of a third false leg A bird desired the housefly expires a cripple simply carries on... what a pity to be the epitome the pit of me. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 5/15/20 6:47PM PST AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS, DEFIANTLY STILL Vote for this poem |
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