Bluebird
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I sat for a moment that lasted several hours
staring at blue and silver strands of hair
that lay across a porcelain forehead;
I should call someone, but
Who is there that would understand?
I gazed through her window into the yard,
but all I could see
was the absence of a bluebird.
Copyright © Vernon Witmer | Year Posted 2021
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