Her Fingers Tapped A Notion

Her fingers tapped a notion
The paper took on words
Whose meanings moved stale air
A flight for typist and bird.

Who flits beyond her window
In a dusty attic room
And gathered up its feathers
To brush away the doom.

Its flight took it far away
the absence made her weep
But when her typing ended
The notion was complete.
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