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Simplicity

Simplicity

why is it

the simple

why not

the discombobulated

that renders

a king

crownless

that lifts

a bare foot

groundless

and heels it

ask the

brown bird

that lit

on my sill

yesterday

that stared me down

daring me to breathe

closing in on me

his beak

tapping against

the pane

between us

then up

pops his head

triumphant

the twig

waits for

my smile

then turns

and takes off

leaving me

to be

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery