I've fallen upon
little pieces of you.
They were perched
in silence, clustered
like birds in the rafters,
heads tucked under
wing to protect them from
the December wind. I've arrived;
unannounced;
throwing open the doors
and letting the gales traverse
the wood-slatted walls,
breaking upon the
little bird pieces,
and watching
their scattered departure
with hope-helpless eyes.
Copyright, Catherine Young, 2012.
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