She flies with no wings
Lost in atmosphere
Chaos magnified by order
And shoved in a box
Like so many unsent letters
She was always meaning to send
As fragile as a hummingbird
In the middle of autumn
Or a gentle rainfall
In the turning of spring
Spinning out of control
She gets lost in the breeze
Inviting at the outset
But gusting by afternoon
This invisible paramour
Always dancing with the girl
Swinging her so high
That she can almost touch sky
But concrete looks so small
Until she begins to tumble
From such great heights
No wings to cushion her fall
Prayers escaping thin lips
That never knew a god
As the ground waits, ready
To catch her like a feather
From a flightless bird.
Sam
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