Paper Stone Bird

I wish I was stone

Living all alone

Out in the sun

Out in the rain

No stone will go

Unturned again.

I wish you were wood

Burning if you could

Out on the hill

Against the sky

A silhouette

Of branches.

I wish they were birds

As thin as paper

Falling

Like leaves

Doing business

Together.

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