Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Little Wing - poem

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Little Wing

Although some will 
tell you otherwise 
You don’t have to 

stop or start 
anything. 

You could twiddle or 
tweak your trajectory, 
modulate the velocity, 
slow down. Speed up.

You could hummingbird, 
falcon, or mimic the 
murmuration like
larks and barn swallows

Sometimes we say
“Either way” as if there
were only two.

It’s what you choose.
Fly on, little wing.

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Poem
David L White
March 3, 2020

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