Wild Birds

I don’t want
To say goodnight

Or farewell,

I’m not finished
Worrying and

The words

I’ve scattered
Across hours

And seen flutter
Like birds,

Flapping into grey skies

No longer trapped
In a thought,

Or caught in a pause

Where ancestors

For the freedom
To say
The things
Once unsaid,

Or at least
Something shocking;

Then I remember my bed,

Dizzy from thinking
Of a thousand wild birds,

A flock of noise rising
And the things left unheard.


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