poetry

“Last Spring” Poem of the Day (2022)

Last Spring

By Ashley O’Hare

I spent the morning picking flowers

and thinking about last Spring;

when we saw a baby bird in the park

and discussed what it would be like to fly—

to feel the open air around your wings.

You thought it would be terrifying—

caught up in the fear of the fall.

To not have solid ground beneath your feet

was entirely foreign to you.

My mind had turned a different direction.

How liberating it must be

to defy gravity’s force dragging you down

and see the world from higher ground.

But we pushed the conversation aside

because it was too immature and childlike.

You could still enjoy the stable ground

while I kept my head soaring in the clouds.

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