On a Saturday I flew
from murky air.
My wings grown weak,
I stole away
from plundered nest,
casual stings,
and skillful barbs.
In family's fold, I perch.
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In da book, "One Day Tells its Tale to Another." True story.
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Goin' home. After the storm. Concise.*
There's no place like it. *
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Home is where apology isn't required but given.
Wow, "In family's fold, I perch." So true/real/moving. And a hint of affirmation.
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"In family's fold, I perch."
Perfect. Love it. What a GREAT line!
I can see the movement and the pause in this wise, gentle poem.*