a lure

Luring

                         Them in

                                                                 as if it could be.

Here     they

                                         that flutter flees.

Them here as good as them never been.

   Them and I

                             never

                                                We.

now

         They leave.

                                        gazing

Elsewhere.

                                                                     Here I mourn

                                                                                            over

                                                                       That flightless bird.

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