
How long will free-soarers ignore the fearful, trilling songs of unknown longing from their caged compatriots?
How long will free-soarers fly on winds assured off the backs of their caged bretheren?
How long before those free-soarers alight on a tree rooted in just soil, and find themselves permenantly perched, while their caged compatriots fly free?
a wind
blowing wherever
it wills
a psalm of justice
soon to be sung
My response to Caged Birdย by Maya Angelou 1928 (St. Louis, Missouri) โ 2014 (Winston-Salem, North Carolina) for dVerse Poets’ Poetics: Dead Poets Society, pubtended by Kim.
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