my precious bundle of birds
migrate North upon a thousand
cardstock wings.
inked underbellies
protect my love,
hold my sorrow,
relay my pain.
conceived once under moonlight,
my elbow-folded letters
flap themselves to you now
during the piercing realness of day.
their midnight fledge,
abetted by tide ruled emotions,
soon shed all wistful appeal at dawn
yet secretly,
i still hope they make it,
swooping finally upon your doorstep
and never to return at mine.