I die
as a little bird
both wings broken.
One in the blade
of a summer fan;
the other,
a raven’s beak.
I love you still with
no way to reach you.
no haiku to write.
Songs, not words,
fly.
That’s all I have;
that’s all I need.
Charlene James
Amissville, Virginia
January 30, 2024
Farewell
30 Tuesday Jan 2024
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