The little bird

You were a mindful runaway
from a simmering home.

The anchor still heavy.
The chain a little longer.

Pick up and run, my boy.
Try out your tools.
Unearned guilt needs no absolution.

Know that you harbor
a strange and a strong beauty.

An earned exception.
A poem’s inception.

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