~wingspan

there are birds inside the wall

listen
to the rhythm of feathers flapping
like rumors of small hollow bodies
and their desperate chirping need
to be free

I can’t unbutton the drywall
or paint it a bold color of
escape

but I try to explain that I’m
addicted to a certain kind of
sad
and maybe we all hide behind
the same corner

if this were elsewhere
a different canvas, a different life
we could fly together
experience the rain
and become intimate with
the outside storm

as if there never was a wall
after all

lah  6.18.12 ©®

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One response to “~wingspan

  1. Your words.. Such a powerful voice💔

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