one night up on the shingled roof
you sat and watched the stars
and listened to the murmuring
of slowly passing cars
you shivered in the autumn night
and pulled your sweater close
your wings were wrapped around you,
from your shoulders to your toes
you scrambled to the guttered edge
and breathed a glad goodbye
and stepped, and spread your starling’s wings
to wander different skies.
–
for Macy
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