Maybe not a spark
or a shaft of light
maybe not a surge
in a spot so tight
Maybe it's stunned
and tiny: a bird
and the last thing it needs
is for me to say a word
a little sustenance
a little tlc
I know its destiny
to fly away from me
do I follow it then
or live off the memory
learn the lesson
it ain't all about me
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