inspired by an image that immediately brought me to tears the moment i saw it.
birdcage
the day you left
it was quiet.
i abandoned
the desolation
of my bedroom
to sit in the yard.
my hand fell from my lap
and into the grass,
and now
between my fingers
ran your hair
grounded in dirt
and i was cradled by your arms
that met me
in the wind.
then,
you landed in front of me,
wide eyed and preening
throating a song
through tongue and beak.
to bring a wild thing
like you
inside
is already
a difficult thing.
to keep it there,
is another.
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