Sep 2020
the bird hums a free song from within the cage,
free from the shackles of its own blue chested body,
free from the turquoise terror in its temple,
free from the everlasting upcoming winter,
unable to migrate,
if only
free from the shackles of its own blue chested body,
free from the turquoise terror in its temple,
free from the everlasting upcoming winter,
unable to migrate,
if only
wrote this poem about my cousin who’s going through some changes at the moment
