all are night owls
with this sort of thing,
trying for flight.
you’d think
those of us who’ve
weathered
would be territorial,
ruffle our feathers,
restless.
truth be told,
so few take wings, and
we enjoy the company
of those who try.
phoenix: n; a legendary bird said to periodically burn itself to death and emerge from the ashes as new.
all are night owls
with this sort of thing,
trying for flight.
you’d think
those of us who’ve
weathered
would be territorial,
ruffle our feathers,
restless.
truth be told,
so few take wings, and
we enjoy the company
of those who try.
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