Dear Winged
       

The opposite of water,
lighter than dried ink, thinner
than a garlic bulb's paper

skin. The thought before
we think, echo set adrift,
white silk ribbon unraveling

on an unexpected gift.
Cacophony of moths. Fragile
as egg shells-and as strong.

The way we leave this
place. The only grace note
in our only song.

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from Distant Glitter
Word Poetry
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