Sunrise Feathers In a Vase
They "flock together",
these girls. They
are "birds of the same feather".
They are so intelligent,
they are so articulate
with their words..
while they speak
on the radio, the news..
a girl's life
is unjust. We will,
they think, speak of others,
their plight..
we will, they say,
thread her mockable..?
degrading..? ("INJUSTICES",
SHE would say),
into the broadcast of a news show;
insulting, dehumanizing
the girl who could
not spread her "Song-Sparrow" wings.
"Birds of a feather,
they flock together.."
The Guidian Finch has Sunset hues.
A Sunrise could be a light peach-
cream tinted bird:
those colors on a bird do not exist,
cannot fly..or paint a Heaven.
The windows
frame the portrait of the Spring-
green-brown-eyed girl..
a blue-jay, the tincture
of a brilliant April sky,
with snow-white bursts
as bright as a noon Sun,
casts a small shadow...
within the limbs
of a blossoming tree,
whose tiny flowers are a sun-lit decor
of a glass house.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2021
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