EMPATHY

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a bluebird sits on the fence
waiting for a sense of direction
a “calling”
that is what i see
(i think)
but beneath her feathers
she wants to fly home
(yes?).
my sadness and longing
are placed on the blue bird.


On another day
because i worked
for it or maybe
just luck
(I can never tell)
a veil of sorts falls away.
I see the bird longing
but this time,
the fence is not really there
nor am I
and I know nothing
or certainly at least
less than the bluebird.

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