This trembling bird
I saw
the rosella
fly down
to the dirt.
I wish
to hold
this trembling bird,
until
it rests
in the curve
in my hand,
until
it trusts
and belongs.
But wings
are for flying
free –
so I only wish,
and think
what might be.
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