'wings'

she carried sorrow
like an injured bird
caged held cradled
between two hands

dark lids she fluttered,
eyes looking down

and sometimes slowly
opening her palms--
waiting for the bird
to fly.

her lashes spoke
fly away, little bird.

but its wings only
ruffled back the breeze
of moving feathers
muscles still
hidden beady eyes
staying as she stared,
staring into those hands,
thinking only of
flight, and of a breeze
so thick it's opaque,
so strong it could make
sad girls have wings

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