yesterday’s summer

In the morning,
I am always part bird.

Ready to fly
and hungry for adventure,
lightweight
and grateful for dawn.

I live in a heart filled with song.

The sky is a playground
of minutes,
ticking off wingbeat and
leaf warbled landing.

A canvas of sunset,
undrawn.

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