September Musing

Chrissy Mysko

 

I can’t get up or spread my wings

They are fractured from the fall

I try to raise them,

Limp they stay

-- Motionless

 

That’s how I am when they find me

Given up

Lying face down on the concrete

 

My bones reform after they lower me

Into the powdery ground

Sprinkling dirt on my ruffled, rumpled skin

Ashes to ash, fragment to bone

 

Flapping and gasping, I come to

Dusty earth in frightened flight

I trail grime all the way back to

Square one

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