Fearless

The robin swoops athwart the car,
flame-breasted as a shooting star,
and brushes faintly the windshield;
reckless or brave, it does not yield.

Would that I could live likewise strong,
even should it not be for long,
feathers brushing Death’s contoured plane,
fearless heart open to the pain.

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