Right, two more of these little ones.
"Winged One."
"Not unwillingly, but not with lightness either, not sure
of itself, but with great hope in its energy,
the mockingbird sat there at the end of spring,
speckle-sided, flapping its wings up high,
stealing whole passages like a young poet.
And what it could not discover, it was taught.
Break the rules with your singing.
Don't be normal.
Shatter the plot.
You think her voice collides with yours?
All right, her voice collides, but what if the outside voice
wasn't true?
What if despite your false calm, your brokenness,
your self-deception-- in fact, when you were most broken,
her heaven was you."