Summer Bird

Artwork by Pascal Campion
Summer bird
I heard you flew north
That these days you stay 
where the old birds soar from 
when their bones get frail 
and their feathers turn gray.

Never again may I see your face.
Nor get out from within 
what I’ve wondered since 
not long after you went away. 
Always you were my keeper of secrets
I should’ve known 
you kept some of your own. 

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