one day
when she was little
a heart shaped bird
with silver wings
landed on her chest

and hands fluttered on her head
while the piano roared
and folks shared bread

their tongues fluttered
and called upon a name
while she sat

obediently
under the warmth
of their breath....

she now feels
that silver winged bird
flutter and open

from the roof tops
under a blue sky

while white birds wings
flutter....and open
in her eyes