Stuck
Two days in a row
I have seen a single feather stuck in the crack of the sidewalk.
Alone, the pointed quill, an anchor to keep it tethered,
My heart in parallel with the ruffled and haggard vane, so tired and worn.
Only to look up and see the bird flying free
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Lovely bit of hope. I needed it.