Aloft
What does the bird in the city know?
As she flutters past the half-painted wall, shades of reds and purples,
the free hand of an artist.
Flapping her wings in the sultry air,
making her way past stone and glass,
she lands amongst the noise.
A raindrop soaks into crumbled newspaper.
Flocks of birds rise and dip along the sea,
flowing with the ocean breeze and gentle rain.
All land by the water’s edge, facing the tide, strong.
On graceful wings, they rise.
Drops on the newspaper expand in all
directions.
Rain merges with the sea.
She pauses and with a tilt of her head,
she raises her wings, soaring high, strong.