A New Flair

and so the peacock having
survived from a
broken wing

(sigh! it could have
been a broken heart)

now rises up
from the bushes

struts head high on the
park
under the trees

and fans herself with her
multicolored tail

i could not help

(identifying
myself with her)

and i said directly from
spontaneous
instinct,

' I like this
beautiful bird'

how i wish somehow that like
an eagle
it can also learn the art of flying

and trick the
air
with its new
flair.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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