I am drowning
in a small corner of the sky
where the moon sinks behind cloud slivers
its intensity scatters briefly 
no sadness possesses the night
confident
it remembers birdsong
blue and golden warmth
and shares the wind so joy may cavort between hearts
my friends walk on desert sands
on edge-of-globe islands
in countrysides where trees outnumber men
I am this window's unique homing pigeon
I have honed the art of waiting into my own still life mirror
while night and day alternate their shimmering smiles
someday loneliness will implode
I will fly free
follow each wind's destination
and breathe without fear for the first time



to take wing
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