the bird by John Destalo

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May 2020

the bird

I wake in a
feather bed

a song on
my lips

I spread
my wings

and fly

feeling
the air

as if it
is new

I feel clean
and I know

all is forgiven

Written by

John Destalo 55/M/Harrisburg, PA

(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)

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