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