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Jeremy Cothron Oct 2016
Before I knew it the sun had come,
I had been outside before it decided to arise;
I watched the blue bird.

The blue bird was up before everything else
Rose before the sun,
It pecked at the ground as I sipped my tea

It pulled out a worm and went away
I went inside and thought,
“I wish I could be a bird. So free and elegant, a nomad of the sky.”

Before I knew it, I was up before the sun,
I went on my way with my instincts leading me,
I went to a grassy area and stood there.
I watched an odd man take a sip from his cup.
I pecked the ground and punctured the dirt. I found the worm that was buried inside.
The man looked at me with disappointment in his eyes.

I flew away to my branch and thought,
“I wish I was human, so powerful, they never have to worry about food,
Or a place to live. They get to stay in one spot and never have to leave.”
This poem is about perspective, this piece reminds me of Richard Cory in a way.
  Oct 2016 Jeremy Cothron
Quinn Fox
i'll never write for you
after this day.
on this day
i dust you from my heart
declutter my rib cage
remove every careless remnant of you
that i kept as sentiment.
after this day
i'll redecorate my brain
with seedlings and lights
and your memory
on my mind's windowsill
will consume me no more.
you don't even know or care that your trail remained, collecting cobwebs still. it's about time i stopped surrendering to them.

— The End —