Trapped

Pigeon caught on a subway platform bobbing in a landscape of feet Escape cut off, bobbing through risks weaving clear of grinding boots Liberated from nature, pigeon transit-frenetic like a novice in deep end swimming no warning signs posted A bird in need of rescue from commuters who barely break their stride a tumbled push of bodies Breathless souls in a hectic stake out for metallic space unfiltered anxiety plundered sense of validation no warning signs heeded Beaked captives who rush the subway train perpetually severed from their wings. Poem revised: March 23, 2021