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Bird

Wiping down my feathers
from the old year
soot, sea-salt, tar
and more blood than I realised.
Untangled the plastic
round my feet
breathed in the new year
Let it lift me though
I knew it might fare no better
being its parent's child.
And the old say 'Believe in the old ways.'
And the young say 'Believe in the future.'
And I say nothing but let
my wings speak for me

© Copyright Debbie Gallagher 28/12/2015 all rights reserved

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