We had such great hiding places.
Young scavengers on the run or were we simply biding time?
Adventure beckoned like some lost treasure left buried only for us to find.
Today, I came upon the body of a downed now brittle bird.
It had known amazing heights during its brief and borrowed time.
It reminded me of my youth.
How it had died with the idea of flight still in its eye.
Kevin M. Hibshman has had poems published in many journals and magazines world wide.
In addition, he has edited his poetry zine, Fearless, since 1990 and is the author of sixteen chapbooks including Love Sex Death Dreams (Green Bean Press, 2000) and Incessant Shining (Alternating Current, 2011).
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