champagne frost on a window sill
building heavy with the weight
of fond memories
blackbird lost against a night sky
amongst the pitch of absence
ignorantly soaring
grandmother's fragile hands
the sweetest raspberries
sure and trembling
summer hail pounding hard
trapped in a shelter
mostly alone
still lake of untouched waters
poetry etched in liquid
by a solitary duck
the blackbird lost against a night sky
still soars as if it is free
how foolish and naïve
the blackbird is
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