Thunderbirth

My thunderbird strains
at the wounded bird costume
which cannot contain
its restless energy.

I have searched in vain
for zipper, button–any way at all
to ease myself out, but the seams
no longer hold.

Time to shed and sacrifice
this old, familiar skin,
emerge raw and powerful
already soaring on the winds of home.

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One Response to Thunderbirth

  1. Bill says:

    Very good in itself, and a fine follow-up to the previous post.

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