Releases
By
Phibby Venable
One day out walking
I found a bird trapped
in the twig of a tree
dangling grey and dead
till I pulled him free
Too late, I told him,
to fly south
such a slim twig to capture
a song till it burst
Sometimes with the dark
as an ally
I call your name
like an omen
think how we are captured
by the smallest things
and stranded by the fragile
promises we break
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