she used to fly

but her wings
don't tilt any
more, or flap
or fly, or
take her north
for the summer.
she's in florida
to stay.
she found a nice
condo near
the beach, where
she can walk
alone and be safe,
and a place where
she can play
bingo on saturday
nights. no one
needs know how
wild she once was,
how she flapped
those wings,
flew everywhere
and broke a
thousand hearts,
disturbed a
dozen nests and
left smiles
in the wake of
her frequent
flights.