Parading

My sister tells me she is a bird.

carpet the wood floor. Somewhere:
She does not say she is a bird
She does not say she is a bird
but I know it to be true. She wheels
but I know it to be true. She wheels
and dives. Her pinions swoop.
and dives. Her pinions swoop.
Somewhere, moss and toothwort
Somewhere, moss and toothwort
carpet the wood floor. Somewhere:
carpet the wood floor. Somewhere:
generations of birds are born. —Hannah VanderHart
generations of birds are born.
—Hannah VanderHart

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