Sometimes it takes two, at least two. Hope is the thing with feathers.
Emily
Was a rabbit.
She hid in her room,
Looked out
At the world.
She wrote
And wrote
And wrote
Until her closet
Was filled
With scraps of paper.
Her sister
Released her words
The Belle of Amherst
Hope
Is the thing with feathers.
We never
Would have known
Without the rabbit
Without the sister
Without that thing
With
feathers.
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