The Tale of the Goony Bird
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| photo of Mango Candle from Anthropologie |
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| Photo manipulation This goony bird wants to be seen |
Day one
She sat outside the window watching
The people inside
While they went about their dailies
It was plain to see inside
the life cycles
Would go on and on
Endlessly
Until it would end
Collectively
With some amazing event
Her life was sitting on a perch
Their lives
Took place on the stage
They set
At will
One thought it was a prison
She is no longer here
She is in a different prison
The one inside her mind
Pity really that it only took
a change of mind
Another lives in the castle of
Forgotten dreams
Now kindled anew
Fueled by connections
Reaching far and wide
Deep and full
Another flies by day into
Another realm of commerce
And delight
Created from imagined circumstance
Fully carefree of retribution
When the light is gone
I see him here again
Briefly other individuals come and go
The seasons
the invitation
Beckons now an then
The kitty lives a life of leisure
Where he stares back at me
From his vantage point
Through the pane
That separates
His world
From mine. . .
This April day is the ninth.
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