Broken?

The wing wouldn’t work,

couldn’t fly anymore.

So it didn’t matter,

the slam of the door.  

I’ll send it in water

to fly once more,

on cloud reflections,

renewed it will soar.  


Poem copyright by Mar Startari-Stegall, 2019
Photo copyright by Mar Startari, 2017

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