Tearful Confections


This morning
I woke to the sound of a bird
Flying near the ocean

A song about Becoming

It was 2 am, and my ears

Are trained to hear
Waves instead of traffic
Songs instead of tears


Eternal reward
Drenched its wings
In black licorice and
Course salt

Why must only some birds swim the bitter seas?


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