weary ol’ sandpiper

I land on a sturdy branch
not my destination
just time to rest these wings
(broken and all stitched up)
and breathe

I may fly again
if I only knew
where I’m going

even the wind won’t tell me
where it’s blowing next

night falls
suddenly it dawns on me
I may never get there


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