Song of the flightless birds

The heart soars Then breaks

A song is all it takes 

To bring back a memory blown in

On a stormy wind 

Of a flightless bird

Who once forgot itself 

Tried to flap

To leap

Banged into a window

Snapped its neck

Feathers

Ruffled

Settle

Breast still warm

Soft

Breath 

Gone

So fragile 

Futile

She raises her hand

Drops it

Useless

On the outside

Everything is quiet

Calm

Not even a shiver ghosts against skin

To let you in

But the music

It seeps

Within

Stirring up the dusty things

Until the twist of a button dial Snaps

It

Off

And the dust motes

Lay

Down

Flat

No longer golden and drifting in the sunlit breeze

Just dirt 

It seems

To be swept 

Under the carpet

And left to rot

The slight bump

A telling ripple in the mat shows

If you know where to look

But 

don’t 

look

And be careful not to trip

Tip toe around the surface

Don’t lift the edge

To check

It’s there – it’s there – but it isn’t worth it

Perhaps it never was

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