A Hundred Tiny Goodbyes

I work as hard as I can
But when I am done
I leave cement and plastic behind
Walking slowly into the sun
I stop to see flowers,
Fields cover-cropped in clover
I talk to the clouds
But my walk isn’t over
Until I make it to the cages
Where the little chicks are hatched
I watch them eat, and nestle,
Nap, and scratch,

I came this far
Only to come this close.
I listen to the tiny peeps;
My heart already knows

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