A creative girl
closely watched
as rare feathered thought
that ought not be
C'mon
says the stare,
slip a little in the air.
You do as
young birds falter.
Oh, and the woman
this girl grows into-
careful!
She's learned
what she's earned
from lips, and misses.
She's the
solitary
wing seen
when light changes
friend to a kind
that remind
themselves
joyfully
what
and
who
they are.
