Poetry

Vestigial wings

By: Aruna Subramanian

The caged canary
preserved her wings
for another day,
when she could
spread her songs
across the blue sky.
Days & nights flew by
behind the closed doors.
She waits and waits
for the dawn
that might recover
what lay beneath
the layers of dust
belonging to the ages,
disappearing,
forgotten,
her desire to fly…

Categories: Poetry

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