Winged Regality
Somehow, she holds
a delicate balance in the air.
Not graceful—
she tips as if filled
with sloshing, sweet water—
but she stays above the dirt
until she's found her niche
in a colorful shoot that blooms
for her.
Still someday it will find itself
a part of the honey-like soil
that breeds the air
of her flicker.
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DFTBA! 18-year-old sleep-writer. Diabetic lover of overcast days. I will be attending the University of Utah, hopefully going into some aspect of English to become an editor, like Julie Strauss-Gabel—my dream! I plant my words and run away, alone and comforted.
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