Fallen

Climbing

up off the ground,

dust off your wings.

I hope the fall

didn’t break your feathers.

Have you a need

for accommodations,

or are you independent?

Here,

climb in my hand,

ride on my shoulder.

There’s plenty of room up there

and I am

always listening.

 

HG – 2018

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