The Black Bird Winging Its Way Inward

that early morning
the door opens and you
hear the rush of steps
going out of the house
the gate opens and
closes once again
and you
find yourself enclosed
in your freedom
of thought again
transforms into a black
bird
stretching its wings
to the breasts of dawn
and then
without so much hesitation

fly away again.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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