poetry, prompted

Rara Avis

I made up this name
because I needed more room.


I live on the coast
and rent is too high
to spread my wings
and the ocean air
is too full of lost things
for a lost thing like me
to explore alone.
I like the seagull
that comes to my window to
sing down the alley
and bounce as her voice
echoes up into the sky.

It is a hideous song
by most measures,
but I tap my feet
and snap my fingers.

I applaud anything that
breaks through the sky.

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