Thunderbird Trigger
She sits by the window for her morning crossword
Coffee cup in hand struggling to find a buzzword
The fresh air carries melodies so pleasantly heard
Yet still she feels somewhat like a jailbird
Is there anything more absurd
Streaking by a Thunderbird
Not the first time it’s now the third
Conjuring memories easily deterred
And can’t help but look sheepishly inward
When gently comes to mind a keyword
So she picks up her notebook her vision blurred
And starts to write a poem half heard
Inspired by both songbird and mockingbird
Either way it holds to her soul the password
Setting her heavy heart free as if sepulchered
By the feeder comes fluttering a hummingbird
Light and gloriously free perfectly undeterred
posted on May 26, 2018 - RANKED 3RD
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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