Flight

The hissing of
the heat, some
truck careening
down the street,
and now and
then, the whoosh
of whipping wind.
I wonder, do
the birds ever
falter in
their flight?
This dark,
late spring
might beat
us down,
and yet, each
morning they
appear unscathed
despite the endless
hours of driving
rain, always
delighting,
always
surviving
to the next day.

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