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birds fly often
whenever they chose choice being their prerogative and impulse imagine being able NOT to think and then doing something remarkable with muscle memory and instinct I'd like to fly as birds do without thought simply pure impulse to be able to get out of the way when you are in the way how grand to take your leave without words or ceremony and then not be required to supply an excuse or an apology none of this: "I'm so sorry I was in the way..." Instead: telling my wings "Lift me up and take me away see how I fly..." instead, its the muscle-thought applied directly to my wings and then see how I fly... off to another place where I can land I've so many choices without having to chose no homing pigeon with so much to lose flying off... is magical thinking in real time always on the move forever leaving with no knots that bind just fly fly fly from expectations accusing eyes relief from the belief of a need to apologize for being as I am a wreck in need of fixing Give me my wings again, I' no longer want to be in the way (I think I understand, now, why some think they can't stay and then fly fly away. Its easy--- way too easy.) LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 7:22 AM PST 5/30/2022 AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET/AUTHOR MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND LEGALLY REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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