Little Bird

She’s a soaring bird

For a moment in the mirror,

She dances through silver shadows

Listening to the sky sing a song of possibilities

When it feels like a part of her got buried alive long ago

Fighting its way to the light

Like a moth to a flame,

The Refiner’s fire

Leaving ashes and memories on the wind

Three thousand miles east as the crow flies,

She’s homeward bound.


Deana Lafleur 2018



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