Driftwood

I am driftwood.

Driftwood I am.

Thrown to the sand like an empty clam.

I am driftwood.

Driftwood I am.

I've soaked in the salt for as long as I can.

I am a bluebird.

A bluebird I am.

The world is my fire; my wing is my fan.

I am a bluebird.

A bluebird I am.

Cutting through air like a battering ram.

I am driftwood.

Driftwood I am.

Rocked by the tides of my watery pram.

Driftwood I was,

And driftwood I am.

Driftwood I am, driftwood I am...

The End

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