Susan LeGree - Flightless Words

I sit before the keys
and stretch my
hands and mind.
Thoughts tumble
and fall.
Not on paper,
but to the floor.

Some days I soar
while on others
I do not fly at all
I am a dodo bird
chained to my earhly
nest, all snug and warm
so very dull

Susan LeGree

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