a goldfinch burrowed into my chest.
that is not what goldfinches do, I know,
but this one did.
it was what i needed at the time anyway.
i needed fluttery wings to keep my heart beating.
i needed a sharp beak to pluck out all my insecurities.
i needed feathers–oh, how i needed those feathers
to usher me along my path.
i needed that vibrant yellow hue to be my own sun
inside myself.
the goldfinch knew, or I think it knew,
or maybe it just needed a home
and my chest seemed vacant enough.
either way is fine with me.
Photo by Aaron J Hill from Pexels
The Yellow Brick Ave 
I thought I was experiencing some atrial fibrillation this morning, but maybe it was just a goldfinch, reminding me to get up and read some fine poetry — like this one.
Nice work, Joy. Thanks.
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Thank you, Ron.
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