Stalled Flight


Spring Time

My eyes caught birds with wings as broad as the sky
and as bright as the sun they flew by.
I stood shamelessly at their beauty, soaring
through the limitless blue. But then I noticed a bird
still in its tree, just looking...at her brothers and sisters
going higher and higher still.

Day after day I found that bird. She would open her wings
Large, beautiful wings, the biggest and most beautiful
I had seen that spring. Then she would close them!
Abducting the splendor!
One day as spring was dying I saw my bird open her wings
as if to fly.
I grabbed a rough rock and threw it at my bird, screaming:
"Fly, fly away! Before it is too late."

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