Sunshine

by

Alan C. Keimig

She flaps but wings are
Non-existent in her mind
All by shear will and such
Grace as any can she will
Whither torn or tired, wet
Or dry, dead or alive she
Lifts herself into that air
Slipstream and sails off
Into sunset's ringing orbs
Until the sunrise catches
By the fence with flowers
Ready to burst at its first ray
Alight delight bright pour if
Sunlight she becomes by will
And mind butterflies and bees.

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