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  • Writer's pictureOksana Lightfield

On Letting Go

I will carry it with me.

I’ll run with the wings

That a bird left for me

When she died in the spring.

I’ll take it. And —

Cautiously run without stopping,

I’ll run to the end of the Earth;

And I swear, I won’t drop it.

I will gently unravel it,

I’ll admire it briefly,

Put it next to my heart,

Then let go of it swiftly.


Sept. 25, 2020

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