Blackbird
Red wing blackbirds cover the marsh.
Aaron's guitar on the black stand.
Blackbirds rise and fly as one giant cape-- flitttting wings.
The guitar is silent--dusty.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
All your life you were only waiting for this moment to be free.
I know why you chose the blackbird and not the powerful hawk or eagle.
Peace.
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