discarded birds bearing love

sometimes
i wish your hugs
were more like
fine threaded fisherman’s nets
instead of broken bamboo cages
if only because
i’m fearful that every loving thought
that sings your name in the clear morning
will see fit to fly off
leaving me empty
at the mention of your name.

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