I don’t mind
the broken-winged bird
bloodied and splinted
till the day it flies away
but the one
that’s uncatchable
that flaps in circles
till it’s crushed by a car
no in that poem
hope does not take flight
loop in and out of clouds
and boomerang back
never to be caught
put it in the reader’s pocket
who struts away
air under each step
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