i.
She slipped a noose around the birds
and bound them to apple trees.
Oh, look how they flutter
around tangles of branches,
just below the skies
and breathing humanized oxygen,
until their tethers pull taut;
tied to the nest
ii.
I wanted to surround the clouds with papyrus
but I was left minding wingless robins.
She told me they'd choked on freedom.
But they dropped to the ends of their strings
like pale marionettes.
And burying them seemed sacrilegious.








This is amazing work for a quickie.



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