when was the last time you penned one?
sat down to a blank page
pen pinched between fingers
and stared out the window
to search inside yourself
for what to say?
remember the stop and go beginning?
like a baby bird on the edge
of the nest Working the wings
flexing the sinewy facts
taking breaths of feeling
head-bobbing for an angle
the honest point of view
then letting it fly
the launch the here-goes-nothing
sweep of the pen a final fold of
feathers then it’s airborne
no going back
I wrote my brother a letter
I think he’s still going over
the gist was gratitude
but the revealing line was
I love you now more
than I ever thought I would
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