I learned from you to lure them in by radiating loneliness. To cup them gently in my hands so I wouldn’t crush their small wings. To whisper my last goodbye and let them go. I still heed your words every time I catch one. After all, it might be you.
Alyson Floyd is a writer, poet, and amateur zine-maker drifting around the east coast.
lovely!
thank you!
Beautiful…cupping them gently in your hand…
thank you, Amanda!
Delirious and delicious.
I loved this, Alyson. – Thank you ❤️
Thank you, Paul!
Master Work!
thank you!