• Lorraine Johnson

#13 And Fly

When the sun hangs high in the sky

the lonely bird sits and dreams

of joining a flock that wisps the sea

with the flurry of its mien.

But when the sun rests deeply

and grey abounds

is when the singing begins

and the knowing finds permission

to be alone

and fly.


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