popped collar, puffed feather-
proliferate this room,
and i am not compelled to move.
i see from where i am
dimorphism of man.
with speculative hands,
i wave it all in two.
flocks of birds of feather gathering and pecking,
pigeons on the sidewalk; pigeon girls all strut in circles.
contrast this with the heron
you never see in the building (trapped within four concrete walls)-
except when baited with promised pond.
oh look! a bird of feather
popped collar, lofty plume,
is charming that side of the room
but i am not compelled to move.
watch how all the others move!
and how i'm quiet,
and how i'm still.
watch how they proliferate the room!
my feathers grey-
or are they blue?
No comments:
Post a Comment