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Paper Birds

By Theresa Gaynord


A bluebird’s carcass lays on

the side of the road and I

watch the slow progression

of another summer gone by.

Gusts of wind whip through

the barren branches of trees,

without making a sound. I

stumble over my own feet.

What if we could freeze-frame

the memories of this little bird?

Could we collectively share

them into a final embrace?

Cruelly I surrender to the task

of burial. Cruelly because it’s

so final, the tragedy of death,

of grief.

What if George Floyd’s memories

hadn’t faded? What if kindness

shut out the clouds? What if

sunshine fell upon the lid of

the coffin? What if the blindfold

was removed from our eyes?

What if love turned into rain?

Electric currents of spiritual energy,

warms the dampness, brightens

the darkness, ends the story,

with the promise of a new



Theresa Gaynord likes to write about matters of self-inflection and personal experiences. She likes to write about matters of an out-of-body, out-of-mind state, as well as subjects of an idyllic, pagan nature and the occult. Theresa also writes horror, as well as concrete gritty and realistic dramas. She is said to be a witch and a poet (within the horror writing community). She is a psychic medium and a former elementary school teacher. Theresa's writing has been published in a number of magazines, ezines, anthologies, and books. She writes from Miami, Florida.

* This poem is published on the one-year anniversary of George Floyd's death.


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