in the distance
mockingbirds with broken wands, empty cries
chasing us into the forest
a rustle, a flutter
followed by wings, casting faint shadows
in blinding sunlight
until then
all orphaned promises, waiting
for a new start
from a cliff high above
a hawk is born
the hollow mockery ends


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