Today I saw scenes on the television screen
of men walking through a forest
They opened a cage
set their sights high
and shot down those they’d just set free
Today I saw scenes on the television screen
of men climbing a cliff
They reached the chosen spot
in a place so high the world below became pixelated
squares of blues and greens
They opened the cage door
the albatross opened its wings
(like a conductor about to create a concerto from silence
or when everything hangs in the balance)
it let the wind circle around each feather
took account of the weather
the world held its breath
and on the exhale
it
soared
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