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February 7, 2017

Across the broad blue sky

they fly. Where bluebirds

make their escape.


You hide


in covered corners of fallen feathers

only to seek a sample of saving grace,

but wait--

if the journey ends in a shattered nest,

why fly at all?

If the journey ends in a shattered nest,

why sing your song?



Breathe in the thickness once again

and sing.


Blow the dust from your feathers,

shake the rust from your heart.


May a new melody drench you,

may it  b r e a k   o p e n  your wings

For it's time, little bluebird;

it's time you're free

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