Breadcrumbs are
A lousy diet of
Dry morsels
Of keeping me hungry
Of never enough
Yet sometimes
…Almost
A bird in hand
Worth two in bush?
The fear of nothing
Held me close
To scraps
To that concept of something
Better than nothing
This bird finally
Flew
Flew from this subsistence
Just over the horizon
There was indeed
A land of plenty
A many course meal
Serving up
Intention
Value
Respect
I just needed to fly
To get here
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