Waste Not

. for public domain Her changes, swift as Bluebirds fly, her ranges, lift notes low and high, and yet she hobbles on the ground, anchored low, like Prometheus bound. The gods hold stealing no light task, better without, than not to ask, but she, not knowing wrong from right, could only yearn, behold the Light. She sought Love without a care, and found she some, and some despair. Looking back from her present state, "Do it again. Don't hesitate."