Gotta love those grackles!
Sometimes I get hung up
On someone
Who has never understood me
In the past,
Not understanding me
Now.
Sometimes I think
It should be different.
This itself
Is different
Than not believing
People can change.
This itself
Is different
Than hopelessness.
This is different.
Sometimes I am able
To unhook myself
From that particular person,
Hear the grackles
Getting ready to fly south,
And prepare to fly
With them.
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