Humility


The sea has been

Rough these days.

 
A flying friend fell

From the windy sky

Yesterday.

 
I thought I felt

Her heart beat

When I lifted her 

From the ground,

Maybe her spirit 

Still bound.

 

Hollow and hallowed boned.

Life, death

Beauty in the humility 

Of just that

Or maybe the in between.

 

To fly was surely enough.

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