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A Love Letter To Margaret

Nowadays
I'm awake before the light.
My talons are sore with over-use.
My beak is shattered in 3 places.
My feathers, thank God, still look amazing.
Though I've been flightless 
For four days now...
Starting to see ghost worms.
Hobbling around in the cold.
Dark tunnels.
Chewing on wet paper.
I'm finished.
Someone tell Margaret I love her.
And that she was right.
Those zooming beams of divine light
Are not our friends.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 11/7/2015 8:06:00 PM
a beautiful delightful poem to read Matt... SKAT
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Matt Caliri
Date: 11/8/2015 10:36:00 PM
Thanks for the comment. They always get me excited to keep going. I'll be sure to take a dip into your stuff.