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as morning calls
and breakfast burns –
wings prepare
to soar
flushed from arms
of safety
into the blue
once more

I understand
for every plan –
there’s a way
we remember as home
a name succumbed
to silence
tis the sweetest one
I know

no matter the distance
tis none I fear
for reasons I cannot explain
sometimes I sleep
sometimes I dream –
it is there
I remain

. . .