I am a poet who has come
With a voice sweet as parrot's
I can fly like a pelican
And where the wind goes
That's my direction
That was then.
Now I am the eagle
I can soar against the storms
Up the giant sequoia of California
No, they said
Here I am still an egret
Taken by the currents
Like a quill feather in the wind.
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