i looked out the window one afternoon
and i saw a little bird sitting on a telephone wire
with a bright yellow belly
and i don't know why that hit me so hard,
but i wondered what it was doing
sitting up there, all alone,
looking around like it was lost
watching a storm roll in
and it was
so,
so,
tiny.
and i thought about all the times
i'd felt like that little bird
and i wondered if anyone had noticed me
on my telephone wire
alone and lost
watching as a storm rolled in
but then the bird flew away.
and i figured i should stop
staring out the window like i'm having an existential crisis.
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The Little Things
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about the moments that seem to last forever. The seconds that feel like hours. The abundance of thoughts that can occur within a single second. The races your thoughts seem to conduct in your head.
