Hope and Birds

It's like chasing a bird.
Hopping on its feet as if it was somehow
attached to the world,
knowing every moment how free it is.
We pretend otherwise.
We act, we praise, we forget.
We think we know love.
It's like chasing a bird.
Once it takes off, it's lost to us.
It needs not our faulty law
or pretentious paper.
It has no attachments or tag-a-longs with its
Let live they say.
And yet they want us to stay on only these grounds.
It's like chasing a bird.
What we want is not available.
It festers and it lures us.
Its beauty draws us all nearer.

With hands outstretched,
wide eyes, and
careful and silent hope.

Then it springs away.
And it's like falling off the edge of the world.

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