• Carly Feinman

Day 41- 10.27.20

I pity the birds

For when their wings grow weary

and the heights to which they soar

begin to feel lower and lower with each flight,

they can't call up a friend

just to talk.

More specifically, they can't call

their oldest friend

who lives across the vast sea

just to ask them how their day is going

and feel, instantaneously,

so much better.

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