I took him home

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in the bare
pal
m
of my hand.
his little heart
race
ing
against the pulse
of my own in my
fingers.

I wrapped his wing
taught him to
lo
ve
breath
e
and live.

the sec
on(e)
d
his new fo
u
nd
strength returned
he flew from the perch
my shaky fingers had produced

in that moment I realized it was I
who was carried in his wings.





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