Will it be nouns
or will it be verbs
who choose to sing
escaping their cage?
Break away!
Crawl?
Walk?
Run?
NO!
FLY!
Be the baby bird who
one evening
lifts wings, flutters,
floats up, high
flaps and reaches
feathers full,
turning and looking
to land
somewhere new,
some place wonderful.
Hold it.
Grasp the instant.
Be the noun and
be the verb
be the same, but seeking,
rolling, now alighting
on a branch,
near a flower,
rhyme or fall,
beat in time.
Lift your song
and once again,
call and fly.
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