We couldn’t even afford poems then
So we wrote on napkins or toilet paper
What we felt, why we felt it
What to do with our anger, regret and defeat
So much has changed while nothing really has
You hold my chin in your palm
As if it is a wounded sparrow in need of healing
“Oh little bird,” you say,
“Why are you always trying to fly away?
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Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State, an editor at the online magazine Literary Orphans, and the author of I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE AND NEITHER ARE YOU out now from Unknown Press. You can also find him at http://lenkuntz.blogspot.com
Photo credit: Terri Malone
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