calm

Calm
Ab11 

it’s time…

Blue
… to come out of your shell.

Hatched
fly off, little one!

Ab11 

Solitary-journey

 

Once my teacher set me on a high stool
for laughing. She thought the eyes
of my classmates would whittle me to size.
But they said otherwise.
We'd laugh too if we knew how.
I pinned my gaze out the window
on a ripe line of sky.
That's where I was going.
-from "Fuel" by  Naomi Shihab Nye

 

Antiques

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