a bird flattered its wings
goodbye
and flew to tomorrow
leaving a tread
as if from the plane
a marker of the past
that fades in the distance
it took my future
away
wounded and bruised
like an underdog of life
I sat and watched
as it waved goodbye
then I simply sighed;
another bird will come
this one may even
take me for a
ride
© Iva Beranek (Dublin, 8th June 2016)
Photo by © Iva Beranek
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