II.
Sitting in a compact automobile wasn’t comfortable. Her brown locks brushing the wind and tinting in sun, the canary drove me to school. The hummingbird had left for her morning job, leaving our compact house in the heart of Georgia.
The strong sun was a few degrees higher in the sky, casting a dramatic spotlight on me as we drove. My heart swelled in excitement. The sun gave me a place to be in such a dramatic life.
The canary parked, waved me good-bye, tossed me kisses, and flew into a boy’s arms. A different boy then yesterday; a different boy then last week. I walked, unable to fly, into a sober brick building, in which I spent half of my life.
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